Kickball is a game played and enjoyed by my children during recess. It's a simple game ~ one of little skill but many lessons.
My third daughter Faith loves playing kickball and is evidently very good at it. She is usually the "captain" of one of the teams. Although I have never seen her play, just knowing how competitive of an athlete she is in softball, basketball, boardgames and even tag, I feel confident in my assumption.
While Faith and Wyatt, my "one and only" son, were riding along in the van with me I overheard their conversation on just that, kickball. Faith was bragging to her friend about how she always chose the "good" players to be on her team. She went on to describe her reasons behind choosing them and just how talented they were at kicking, running and defense as well. The conversation was two-sided, between Faith and her friend. Then, although in a meek and quiet voice, Wyatt spoke. I heard what he said, so loudly, that it was as if a bolt of lightening had struck the very van I was driving. Four simple words needing no further explanation, "I never get picked." This called for a moment on the shoulder on the road.
My heart wept for Wyatt but my eyes were dry. I didn't want this to end up with them feeling guilty for me crying. Instead, I knew this was a time for one of God's lessons. A time of teaching and humility. A time to teach my children about giving someone a chance and believing in them before they succeed. That a simple gesture such as choosing someone first that either usually gets chosen last or, as in Wyatt's case, not at all, can put the ball of success in motion for them. That although "life's not fair" there are always times that we can make a positive difference in someone's day.
We spent nearly 20 minutes on the shoulder of the road that day discussing "what-if's" and "what-not's". I searched my mind for a scripture to use as an example of WWJD. Matthew 10:23 ~ But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven. Perfect! Because my children are children of God who have accepted Him as their Lord and Saviour, not doing what they now know is right, would be denying Him before their peers. To be more concerned with what their "friends" think instead of what God thinks is just that.
So the lesson was taught and learned. No outward tears were shed and the painful ones I had earlier cried from my heart were now turned to hope. My children and Faith's friend all committed to making a conscious effort to choose the child least choosen, not just in kickball but in all things. To look at the smile on their face when they heard their name being called out and to acknowledge them as part of the "team".
It's easy to believe in people that have already succeeded. I was reminded of this by Joel O'Steen today. We all have the ability to release a dream in somebody else, to believe in them before they succeed. Even in a simple game of kickball ~ a simple game ~ one of little skill and many lessons.
May His Peace Sustain You,
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