As most of the people who will actually read this thing know, I tried out for soccer this week. Mostly as a joke, and then when it came to be the weekend before, I decided I was actually going to try and get on the team for the sole purpose of showing kids who are on the team the love of Christ.
In some miraculous way, I was told on Wednesday that I did make the team, and that I would probably be getting a fairly decent amount of time on the field, given that I put the work in during practice. Easy enough for me to handle. One of the coaches has known me for a while, and although on the first day I wasn't really impressive, this coach told the other coach to give me a good look. I don't know but he had enough faith that I could pull something off to put myself on the map.
Of course, the entire time, I was set on putting my faith in God. During the tryouts, I didn't have any experience to put any of my faith in, so I quickly ran to the only thing I knew I had at that point. Let's just say, I'm not confused anymore. I know exactly where it came from. This has to be God telling me something. I don't actually think I'm on this team to play soccer, or to be able to wear the jerseys. I really think I'm on this team because God put me on there to spread the love of Christ. There isn't much more that I can say.
I don't really know why Christ would want me to do this through soccer, but hey, it's His reasoning and not mine. I'm just going to go with it.
That's all I have for now. Kendall, sorry I didn't get this on before 7th period. That's one of my freshman classes, and I couldn't get on my laptop.
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