Thursday: I received a rather "surprise" text from Emma at about 3pm this afternoon: "Are you going to the game?" Hmm. Last week I went to the Olivet site that listed all future games and wrote down the ones I thought I could attend. I never wrote down one for today because it is a NIGHT game AT Olivet. I don't drive any distance at night alone these days. So, naturally, I didn't plan on going to this game. BUT I messaged Emma back that if I had a passenger or two, I would surely drive to Olivet to see Chris play.
So we went! I picked Emma and Kota up at 5:00 and we drove the 90 minutes over to Olivet in my very nice car--which practically drives itself! It was so nice to be with Emma. I can't even put into words how much I miss seeing her on a regular basis. We had such a nice drive down to the game. Kota was in the back seat with ear buds, listening to whatever he was interested in listening to! Emma and I talked the whole way. We got to the game just a few minutes after the kickoff and sat with Diana and Ella in the stands.
It was so good to be there! However, the Comets ... well ... it's difficult to describe what a complete clown show the team was. Chris knew it right down to his toes and was very upset. I don't like his coach a single bit. The way he yelled at his players on the sideline was disgusting. His language! Sigh.
At halftime, it was ZERO to 52. I know. Nothing else need to be said. Let me show you some pictures instead:
This is Chris coming back on the field after half-time. I would not have wanted to be in the locker room with their coach after that first half ... just sayin' ...
It was rather COLD sitting in the stands, so I took many walks, hoping it would warm me up. It did help a little bit. I walked around the grounds a bit and just took random pictures of the stadium, etc. I finally got the "idea" to go to the parking lot and sit in my car and warm up with the heater for a few minutes--I think this was near the end of the third quarter. Anyway, evidently (!!) I wandered into the WRONG parking lot, walked around that vast area without ever finding my car and was on the verge of a panic, thinking it had been STOLEN ... when I realized the correct parking lot was next to the one I had been wandering around in the dark for the last 20 minutes. I did finally find my car, turned the heat up to 85 degrees and got very happily warmed up for the 4th quarter of play.
The final score was 7 to 59. Following the game, we waited to "greet" Chris, who was in NO MOOD to be greeted. Understood. So Emma, Kota, and I said a very quick "Hi" to Chris and then drove back home.
The drive home was totally in the DARK. Thankfully, "Ruby" has much better lights than my Kia did, and I can actually see the road while I am driving! Yes!
Emma and I had the nicest talk in the car. We had mentioned some current national events that have been concerning. Emma brought up Charlie Kirk and how much she admired his firm and very vocal faith--how he seemed to LIVE what he spoke about. Our conversation continued with the meaning of the Gospel. I asked Emma if she was going to explain the Gospel to someone, what would she say? I could barely hold the tears back as I listened to her tell of the finished work of Christ on the cross for sin, and for her personally. She spoke with such conviction. I pray regularly for Emma, and not getting to see her very often, I am sometimes wondering if she ever truly understood what it means to trust in Christ to be her Savior and her Lord. But she does! And she has! Thank you so much, Lord, for revealing Your truth and Your way to my Emma.
Also, I am getting used to Kota. He's a quiet sort of person, so I don't often hear about what he is thinking. The one thing I observe, though, is that he is very kind to Emma ... and she is kind to him too. They seem enjoy and respect each other. Those are good things. I have been praying that Kota would come to saving faith as well. Emma told me he has had some "bad" experiences with Christians, especially within his rather confusing family. But God can heal that--so that's what I'm asking.
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