It’s football camp time once again. The long locks have been shorn into a mohawk. Gresham’s up early, dressed in Steelers black and yellow, and dropped-off to hit people and learn important stuff like “bubble screen” and “spread offense” and not having an opinion.
He climbed back into the minivan after four hours of camp yesterday, smelling like a dog, with a smile on his face. “I love football,” he said.
Then he talked me through every drill coach had him run, every play that was diagramed, every kid and what position they wanted to play. There were six wannabe quarterbacks with a coach dedicated just to training them. Gresham was one of them.
“So who do think had the strongest arm?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Coach didn’t say.”
“Well, but what’s your opinion?”
“I’m not supposed to have an opinion about anyone else. I have enough to work on,” he said.
And so do I.
Don’t we all.
Perfect. The mouths of babes have a lot to teach us.
Kids make the best theologians.
Ahh, how profound. Kids say the darnedest things–
WHAT wisdom! Wow!
Wow, great wisdom and what a great reminder. Thanks for sharing.
Convicting. Keep my eyes straight ahead on MY *Now*.
I so much appreciate how God uses our children to speak to us in the most profound and simplest of ways. So glad you shared.
In the words of Dr. Sheldon Cooper…”Bazinga!!!”
I’ve been thinking about this post all day today.
Darn smart kids. Darn great coaches. Darn conviction….
Thank you, Shaun. Kind of. I guess. Maybe.
Wisdom.
Wow! That’s powerful!!!
So poignant and perfect!! #thatsforme
Love it. Perfect. Thanks for sharing.