Good morning, DearHeart.
Last night we watched our beloved Fort Cobb Broxton Mustangs in the first round of the state tournament. This is the first year in ages that one of our sons isn’t on the court but the thrill is still the same. (And, our Liv is learning that this is an expectation 😉)
We are so blessed to be a part of something so fierce and intense as so many lessons have been learned in getting here and in playing in this arena. I am always most fascinated by what it takes to stay focused in each game in spite of all the hype that is going on around them and the grind they have been through to get here. They are learning to surrender to the coaching that will help them be all that they can be. Cooperation and coordination and the willingness to react to the ever-changing situation at hand takes team-time together. Each player’s impact is multiplied when they work together. I am, of course, linking their finesse on the court to the bigger game … survival and evolution of the soul.
Hearing the God of the Angel Armies amid the hype and chaos and even in the boredom that comes in everyday life means one must make intentional effort. Time together. The whistle blows, the Master back-fills the empty, unproductive places with replenishing change – necessary change. He is the provider of
constant replacement of ideas,
direction of Father God,
the undisciplined one puddles into havoc.
Open up your senses in your minutes to the prompting of the Master on your life court.
‘So let’s do it—full of belief, confident that we’re presentable inside and out. Let’s keep a firm grip on the promises that keep us going. He always keeps his word. Let’s see how inventive we can be in encouraging love and helping out, not avoiding worshiping together as some do but spurring each other on, especially as we see the big Day approaching.’ (Hebrews 10:22-25 MSG)
Let’s do it.
(Photo cred: Sarah Bellamy Goodson – thanks, sis!)