In a previous decade of my life, I would have claimed to be an athlete. In junior high and high school, I played school sports. I sweated it out with lots of hot summer volleyball practices and played basketball in the winter. My desire to be with some friends is why I played. I didn’t play well. I would get too caught up in the next play or what could happen to change the game. Both of which I had no control over. (That was early in my type A-ness) It was actually what lead to the demise of my athletic career. (Ha!)
I remember going to practice out of obligation to the team, but it was a not seeing the forest for the trees kind of moment. I know now that our coach saw something in each of her girls. She knew with desire, hard work, and teamwork we could all be great. I didn’t get the memo.
I saw the differences in natural ability and desire. I realized that I didn’t want that path as much as my teammates. I stuck it out for a while longer than I should have, but it was a good experience for me to have a coach who cared. She cared not only about the plays but the players. I can clearly see God in this way too. He cares more about the players than the plays we make.
Can you imagine how many basketball playboards God is working all the time and at the same time?
He should guide our plays and we should follow them. It sounds easy. But I struggle everyday in challenging myself to control the playboard on my own.
Need to keep my focus that God is my coach.
Not only in the overtime moments in the game of life, when all is tied between good and bad. When all I want is another free throw to win the challenge.
I need to concentrate and feel his direction on my playboard. To be in the quiet and loud moments of my life, searching for His council and the next play.
I need to not just take a knee… but two!