Last Friday night was one of the best nights ever.
Our family cheered, screamed, yelled, high-fived, and laughed as we watched our favorite quarterback, Scottie Benedict, lead the Minnetonka Skippers to a homecoming victory.
Scottie, aka My Favorite Youngest Nephew, played his heart out. (He is really, really good!)
We couldn’t have been more excited when his passes were complete and the touchdowns were made. And when he got sacked…we stopped breathing. We were so focused on what Scottie was doing. Nothing was more important than Scottie that night. (Our only distraction was the candy bars we threw into the stands every time we scored.)
I bet God cheers us on like that sometimes.
He cares so much for us…celebrates with us…and hurts with us.
(Although I don’t think He’s easily distracted by candy bars.)
What a great picture.
Not only is He in the stands calling our name and cheering for us…
He’s calling our plays.
He’s running with us down the 30-yard line.
He’s picking us up when we stumble.
He’s blocking for us when the big guys are driving.
He’s getting us back in the game when we drop the ball.
He’s giving us high-fives.
How cool is that.
God, thank you for caring about every aspect of my life.
Thank you for cheering for me.
Thank you for being a constant presence in my Game of Life.