Football players learn quickly there are two responses to getting knock on your b***. You can stay down, or you can get up and keep playing the game. When I played there were no concussion protocols or MRI’s. Seeing a few stars or butterflies was part of the game. I bet everybody who reads this blog has been knocked down, if not out cold, several times by life. Overcoming hurdles and facing adversity is part of life’s journey. I certainly know something about being what football players call “having my bell rung.” There is only one response – get back in the game, and as I write this post I don’t know when I have had happier time in my soul.
I sit behind this computer with God in my soul and heaven in my eye. I rejoice in being alive surrounded by friends and family who could care less that I experienced a few blindsides and my uniform is soiled by blood and mud. They are just happy I’m still playing the game, it matters not how well I play. I look out the window and gaze at the budding flowers and birds making their nests. At night, all I have to do is walk outside to gaze at the moon and stars. The grandeur of the universe is mine to admire, God’s love is in my heart, and as I sit back down, I think myself one of the happiest beings in the world.