Losing the Game

Tonight we lost. My 8th grade girls were going up against their toughest opponent of the season, if we won, we win district, if we lose we become the first losers.

I'd worked them hard all week in practice to prepare for the big game. We said our pre-game prayer. I gave the intense motivational speech. We took every step necessary to prepare for success.

The game was neck and neck with us being in the lead the entire first half. Then, I made a coaching mistake in the 3rd quarter that eventually cost us the game. I left my best player in the game with 4 fouls, trusting her to follow my instruction of TOUCHING NO ONE. She fouled out at the end of the 3rd with us in the lead, but we slowly lost confidence and focus which led to our loss.

Every player was gushing tears as we walked out of the gym to have our after the game talk.

Why do I tell this story?

I tell it because I enjoy every day blogging about the awesome things I see God do. I love to tell you about how God works in my life, the things He shows me in the Word, about the supernatural encounters I have with Him. I love exclaiming how great God is and exhorting others to be passionate.

Tonight I lost the game. A game that was important to me. One that I had put tons of effort and work into. A game I nearly lost my voice in as I put all of my emotions and heart into it. I lost and I really wanted to win.

Life isn't perfect. Sometimes things won't go the way we planned, maybe we'll get disappointed, maybe someone will hurt you, maybe the shots just won't go in, maybe you've messed up and feel like you've completely lost the game. BUT, this is what I know. God is still God. He still reigns. He still sits on His throne. He's not shaken or confused when things don't go according to our plan. I know that He is still good. I know that He loves me. I know that tomorrow I'll show up to the gym for practice because we have another game next week and despite this loss there is no time to mourn yesterday's struggles when you have to prepare for today's battles. Sorrow may last for a night, but JOY will come in the morning.

Be Blessed,

J. Tate