Fear Sad Lonely Shame
I don’t know what made that so hard?
Last week I had to institute the death penalty equivalent for one of my boys. He could attend his flag football practice but could not practice. He could attend his game on Friday night but could not play.
Getting through the practice was not as big a deal to me although it was to him. The game on Friday was a different story. I was surprised by the battle that waged inside of me as I had to remind myself at least 100 times, “Follow through Dad.” “Follow through!”
My little guy is good. Fun to watch. A natural athlete. I’ve been around athletics all my life at all levels and I know I’m seeing. Some kids are good because they play hard. Some kids are good because they’ve mastered some skills. Some kids are good because God made them that way.
God made him this way.
My son also loves to play . . . almost to a cellular level it seems . . . which is part of what makes him such a delight to watch. I get a smile on my face just watching him run. Watching him be who he was made to be.
It wasn’t easy for me to see him standing on the sidelines last night. I wanted to see him enjoying himself. I wanted to see him smile that smile that makes the rest of his face disappear. But I kept him on the sidelines for a game because I love him.
I’ve got a Father who loves me too. I imagine to Him, I must be fun to watch. I’m good at some things because I work hard and some things because I’ve mastered some skills. I’m good at some things because He made me that way.
I “get” what my Father is likely feeling when He sees me play. Last night, I was thinking more about how He might be feeling when He has to sit me on the sidelines because He loves me.