Softball

Okay so we finished our softball season today. Fun year. But despite an 88% victory rate all year and being able to beat every team at least once, we were unable to win out end of the year tournament. However, making it to the final four wasn't such a bad deal. We had a lot of great games and a lot of great fellowship. But I truly believe that each and every one of us learned that winning isn't everything. But playing for God IS everything. I always thought that I had a fairly good grasp on that concept. But just today I realized that I didn't have it figured out as well as I thought it was. It hurt me, not that we lost, but that I was unable to perform as well as I thought I should. But, remembering that two of my brothers just came back from a camp in Ohio working with handicapped people hit my right in the face. There were people out there that couldn't walk, speak clearly, hold a real conversation, etc. Yet here I was beating myself up for not catching a long drive to right field. Am I excusing myself for being stupid and playing too far up? No not at all. I messed up and definitely could have done better. I intend to next time. But my point is, why am I getting mad over the fact that a four inch ball made it to first base less than a second before I did. Keep in mind that for some of these people that my brothers worked with, the most they could do for God was to get up on stage and sing "God is so Good to Me". WOW. I got shown up bad. If I can't play for God's glory I shouldn't be playing. It's that simple.