It was another beautiful fall day, the kind that makes you want to stay outside forever. The sun was shining, the breeze was just right, and I was so thankful to be watching my son play soccer again. There’s just something about seeing him out there on that field, focused, determined, and giving it his all.
Now, let’s talk about the funny part of the day.
At halftime, I told myself, “You’re fine. You don’t need to go to the bathroom. You can hold it.” With only a little left of halftime, I realized... nope. That was not going to happen. Baylee was going and I could have just gone with her but I wasted that opportunity and had to recruit my husband to come with me. Walking in the grass with crutches I don't feel the safest so it was nice to have him follow me.
So, I grabbed my crutches and started the long journey, what felt like a half-marathon, to the restroom. Every step was an adventure. I’m sure the people I passed could read my face saying, “This was a bad idea.” By the time I got back, the second half had already started, but at least I made it! 😂
Moments like that remind me that when your body isn’t 100%, everything takes longer, and that’s okay. Healing takes patience. And patience, as I keep learning, grows faith.
Even with the laughter and small frustrations, my heart was full. Watching my son out there, I couldn’t help but thank God for his hard work, perseverance, and quiet strength. He’s been helping me so much during this season, from carrying things to driving, to being my extra set of hands (and legs). I’m so proud of the man he’s becoming.
“Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” — Galatians 6:9
“The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way.” — Psalm 37:23
Both verses feel extra special watching him play. Every step he takes on that field, every moment of effort he puts in, they’re all ordered and seen by God. Just like my slow crutch-steps to the bathroom, they’re part of the process, one step at a time, trusting that growth is happening even when it’s not glamorous.
So here’s my prayer today:
Lord, thank You for my son. Thank You for the man he is becoming, for his patience, kindness, humor, and quiet way of serving. Bless his hard work on and off the field. Give him strength to play with passion and heart, and may he always know that his worth isn’t found in performance, but in who he is in You. Thank You for sunshine, laughter, and soccer fields that remind me that joy can be found even in the in-between moments. And thank You, Lord, for healing, even when it means bathroom breaks take the length of halftime!
I may have missed a few minutes of the game, but I didn’t miss the moment, the moment to laugh, to love, and to see God’s goodness in the middle of it all.
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