In August of 2009, Joe headed to a city on the “heel of the boot” in Italy called Brindisi. When Joe originally signed the contract, we knew very little about the town except that the people were HUGE basketball fans. The reason we knew this was that we both received messages from people on our blogs long before the contract was even signed. So going into the season, Joe knew one thing: these fans loved their team and wanted to win games.
I arrived in Brindisi a few weeks after Joe. In my first week or so there, I can picture sitting in our living room and Joe arriving home from practice. I was sitting on one couch and he sat down on the other and said to me, “There is no reason this team shouldn’t win the league.” I thought that would be a cool thing since he had been on two teams in his professional career that had come in second place (and one other that made it to the semi-finals), but never had enjoyed a professional championship. But a few weeks later that championship became a much bigger deal in my mind for one reason:
I found out I was pregnant again (a big surprise).
After the shock of the news had settled a bit, we had to decide with an early May due date where I should have the baby. And after many considerations, we decided it would be best for me to go home to have the baby. This meant that the only way for Joe to POSSIBLY be there when they baby was born was if Brindisi came in first place in the regular season of Legadue. By God’s providence, the winner of the regular season would be done after the regular season and not have to play in playoffs (that rule has been changed this year). The regular season was done May 2 and I was due May 8. We started praying every single day that Brindisi would win the regular season. We knew it still might not guarantee Joe would be home for the birth (I was going home at the beginning of April and the baby could come early, although I had never had a baby early), but we prayed hard for God to answer our prayer.
This was such a wonderful lesson for me in persevering in prayer. I really struggle to lay my emotions out to God and pray with fervor for something. As sad as it is, I know the reason is that I am afraid I won’t get what I want. And I am afraid that I will be mad at God for it and I don’t want to see that distrust in God revealed. For me it is easier to just kind of hope for it and if it doesn’t happen than I can just move on and not have had a whole of emotions invested into what I was praying for. But when I read through the Psalms of David and others who poured their hearts out to God, it doesn’t seem like that is how God wants me to operate in prayer. I think He wants me to lay bare all my heart and emotions before Him and if it doesn’t work in the way that I had hoped to learn to trust Him in a much deeper and fuller way through that disappointment.
So from September 2009 until April 2010 I asked God daily for Brindisi to win that championship so Joe could be home with me to welcome our 4th child into the world. The season did not start out as I had hoped. Early in the season they were sitting in 5th place and other teams looked just as strong as them. Brindisi would slowly climb up in the standings, but teams above them kept wining too. God did a great work in my heart to help me to keep praying each and every day and not let the circumstances make me waver in my prayers. We kept believing as a family that God could still bring a championship to Brindisi if He wanted to, but if He didn’t that it would be in our best interest in the end.
As the second half of the season went on, Brindisi kept winning games and the other top teams started dropping games. By the time I was headed home at the beginning of April, Brindisi was alone in first place by one game with 4 games to go. It was such a thrill to see the way God had orchestrated the events of the season to answer our prayer. By the time the last two games of the season rolled around, Brindisi was already guaranteed the championship and our little baby Isaiah was still safely tucked inside. May 2 rolled around and Joe had his last game and two days later he arrived back home. God even gave us a few extra days to enjoy ourselves by having Isaiah arrive a week late on May 15.
I realize that Brindisi did not just win the championship merely so Joe could be home when Isaiah was born. God is not that simple. He is always orchestrating a thousand things in various people’s lives at one time. That is why a movie like “Bruce Almighty” speaks volumes about how we as humans think we could run things better by having all our own desires fulfilled, but forget about the millions of other people and circumstances that our own lives are affecting.
I am thankful that Joe was able to be home for Isaiah’s birth and that he was able to enjoy a professional championship. But I am more excited that we as a family learned to persevere in prayer for something, while resting in the sovereignty, wisdom and love of God to graciously gives us what He knew would be best for us.





















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