As we mature when learn to accept certain aspects of life. When the doctors told me that I would never play football again, and my NFL prospects had been cut short. it took me a good while to accept what I knew to be true. The other night I thought of the many times that “acceptance” was not part of my DNA. I went over the times my body and/or mind would fight the inevitable. Yes, I even refused to accept God’s plans for me, much to my dettriment.
Suzy and I talked about acceptance the other night, perhaps in a more honest and mature way than we had in a while. It was refreshing. I think God expects us to rebel. I believe we must fight injustice to our core, and know the difference between what we must accept and what we must never accept.
I pray that God will always help me know that difference, and I will learn to accept what I am supposed to.