“Blessed is he who has learned to admire but not envy, to follow but not imitate, to praise but not flatter, and to lead but not manipulate.”
― William Arthur Ward
PSALM 93-95
1Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord;
let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
2Let us come before him with thanksgiving
and extol him with music and song.
3For the Lord is the great God,
the great King above all gods.
4In his hand are the depths of the earth,
and the mountain peaks belong to him.
5The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.
6Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the Lord our Maker;
7for he is our God
and we are the people of his pasture,
the flock under his care. (95:1-7)
ROMANS 11:22-36
JOURNAL
Coaching is such an honor. To see kids learn, develop and then implement what they have learned is so rewarding. It definitely is one of the greatest blessings. Equally as important is watching a kid fail miserably and then come back and correct a mistake. It reminds me that God sees me the same way. When I trust him and work to get better and do things that are hard...I know and feel that it warms his heart.
This morning I am a bit overwhelmed as I contemplate that the creator of all things, all people, the mountains, the valleys, the rivers, the oceans, all the smallest details of our amazing world...the laugh and tears of a child, the miracle of a created being...he is the author and creator of all and yet through it he whispers and pronounces his love for me, for all of his creation. It is in these moments that I both realize how small and insignificant I am, but at the same time how grateful I am to be a part of it all. I realize that he is all things...Father, Coach, Friend. He finds joy in his creation living, breathing and doing what he designed it to do...I experience that same joy when I cling to his instruction, his direction and know that he smiles on me, no matter how often I fumble, blow it or lose my way. He is always waiting, always hoping, always calling me back to him.
What an honor to serve him and obey him as I am called to live this life to the fullest.
This morning I am a bit overwhelmed as I contemplate that the creator of all things, all people, the mountains, the valleys, the rivers, the oceans, all the smallest details of our amazing world...the laugh and tears of a child, the miracle of a created being...he is the author and creator of all and yet through it he whispers and pronounces his love for me, for all of his creation. It is in these moments that I both realize how small and insignificant I am, but at the same time how grateful I am to be a part of it all. I realize that he is all things...Father, Coach, Friend. He finds joy in his creation living, breathing and doing what he designed it to do...I experience that same joy when I cling to his instruction, his direction and know that he smiles on me, no matter how often I fumble, blow it or lose my way. He is always waiting, always hoping, always calling me back to him.
What an honor to serve him and obey him as I am called to live this life to the fullest.
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