For one who walks, or runs, morning, noon and evening; who cancelled three “walk & talk” dates on the way to the ER; and who had just begun High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT)—including sunrise bursts on the Sanibel beach last week—months on crutches and knee scooters are a shaking loose.
They are a real test of my mettle. They are a fire and a flood and a prising free.
There is a time for everything. My time as a basketball mom will come to an end tonight–unless our Eagles pull off a major upset in the Wisconsin state tournament. They could. But I’m preparing my heart for this 15-year basketball season to end. But if I’m honest, the idea of being a basketball mom…
I live on. Which means it might be too soon to make the call. But to date, it rates as the trip of a lifetime. Mom and dad took their kids and grandkids, ages five to 76, to Ireland—15 of us, for one glorious week. Odes to the Irish Éire was a muse. Words flowed….
I watch the Olympics with an eye for greatness AND for humiliity. I watch the games to marvel at human exceptionalism, to stoke my patriotism, and to worship the God of people and nations.
And to what it looks like to abound. To abound with humility.
C.S. Lewis said that
“Humility isn’t thinking less of yourself. It’s thinking of yourself less.”
When any Olympic legend pauses to pray and thank God on a world stage, I see humility.