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First, you have your plan... |
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...then you run like crazy to implement that plan, |
(yup, that'd be my nephew with the ball!)
...you may even feel a little confident,
raise up your hand, volunteer, get
involved...
...then, before you know it, you're down
on the ground, ball in hand(just minding
your own business...doin' your job.)
Then this guy is standing over you, throwing
mud in your face, (taunting you), talkin'
'bout your Mama! Anything to get you
off your game... to doubt, question, wonder.
"Can I do it? Do I got what it takes?"
Then things pile up.
The competition keeps chasing you...
you fall on your face a few times...
people are pullin' at you...
literally jumping on your back!
Then football (like life) has a way of
gettin' you all dirty and bringing you
to your knees!
So you sit in the back of your truck
and take a break. Reflect.
But at the end of the game (at the end of
your life)...you were still part of a team.
A team filled with other muddy, messed
up people, in need of a really good coach!
Then... no matter how hard it got, how
achy you feel, how muddy you look...
you get up and do it again! (Silly boys!)
Whose coaching your team?
1 Corinthians 9:25 "All athletes are disciplined in their training. They do it to win a prize that will fade away, but we do it for an eternal prize."