Monday, January 21, 2013

Boy mom seasons...

Well, our basketball season ended tonight, sadly. I love to watch my boys play, but I must admit basketball is my favorite. I'm from Kentucky, we come wired that way.
So, on to the next season. Yes, I know most of you are thinking spring, and although I am ready for that too, that is not the season I am talking about. See, the life of a boy mom is broken into these seasons, baseball, basketball, and football. All summer long we play baseball both on the field and in the yard. However, as soon as sign ups for football started, we began practicing a perfect spiral. I even learned to throw it "correctly" this year. Right now, when it's not freezing cold, we are hitting the hoops. Soon, I will be getting the catchers equipment out of the closet.
I know that some might hate that, but not me. That's the life of a boy mom, and I wouldn't have it another way. Now, I am wondering, what will we do when the princess decides to join in the mix with whatever she chooses, dance, softball, basketball :)

The most important lessons in Basketball....

It's no secret that I'm not John Calipari, though most will tell you that my behavior on the sideline acts more like Bobby Knight. It's also no secret that I am very passionate about the game and love to watch kids do well when they play. That aside, this year I got the absolute privilege of being around 11 of the most remarkable kids I know.

As coach of the Red team in AYBL 3/4 grade division, I was grouped with 11 kids that were each remarkable in their own way. From the first practice to the last locker room session tonight they impressed me by their willingness to be a team, to root for each other, and to truly be a good sport on and off the floor.

I'm also blessed to have had such a great group of parents to work with. Everyone was passionate and supportive of our team. Some helped coach, some kept the book, some cheered really loud and some offered advice, but all were proud of our team each time they took the floor.

More than any of this I got the opportunity to pray with each of these kids before each game. Each player participated and prayed for safety, sportsmanship, and for a great effort by both teams. If they learned these three things then they learned everything they needed to at this age. If they picked up some basketball skills too...well that's just a bonus.

Although these kids right now play on different colored teams, one day they will all be a Tomcat! That's what is important.

I'm proud of our Red team. I'm proud I could be their coach. Til next year!

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The sanctity of life....

Today at our church, it was "sanctity of life" Sunday. My church collected a love offering for 2 hearts pregnancy center, and our pastor gave a sermon about the sanctity of life. See, over 50 million babies have been aborted since the passage of Roe v. Wade. It's the combined population of 25 of the United States. Wow, that's a lot of babies. Our pastor spent time today talking about life, and how God views life. He called the babies "preborn" instead of "unborn". I really like that.
He read the scripture that I've read many times that says "Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. (Jeremiah 1:5 KJV)" but he talked about the word know. Christ actually intimately knows us, even in the womb. That really spoke to me. Thinking about Christ knowing us from the very second we are conceived.
I am glad that we participated in sanctity of life Sunday, but it saddens me so much that we need that day. In such a "civilized" society, with so much technology, it makes me sad to think we need a day to set aside to remember to preserve life. Watch any commercial for pregnancy tests. It says find out 2,3,4,5 days sooner if you're pregnant. We can practically find out at the moment of conception, and yet we argue over when life begins. I choose to believe that God knows them, a real person, preborn in the womb from the moment they are conceived.
See, I know what it's like to hold tiny miracles that some would consider, not yet a baby, the "preborn". I sat in the NICU beside babies born at 24 weeks. I would dare anyone to tell those parents that it was not yet a life. A family in our community had twins at just around 24 weeks just this week. One precious baby didn't make it, and they had a funeral. I'm sure they could testify that although it was a short life, it was a precious life indeed.
As some of you may know, before the boys were born, Jamie and I suffered a miscarriage. It was very early in the pregnancy, but I assure you that it was devastating to us. It was a life, known to God, us, and our families.
So, today and always, I celebrate the sanctity of life, but in my heart I will be saddened by the loss of those preborn babies that were taken too soon.