Game Face
I started thinking about this post this morning on the way to work. I have been feeling like kind of a failure as of late. Even when I think I am doing better or even OK, something happens that knocks me down. It is like I am a fish out of water, flipping around on dry ground, trying get back to a place where I feel comfortable, only to be whacked on the head until I black out.
As I drove to work, reviewing the happenings of my life, I became very emotional. I found myself pleading with my Father in Heaven for help. We talked about each of my children. We discussed my relationship with my wife. I was highly in tuned with the blessing he has given me even though life around me seems to be a battle ground.
I started wondering how I can help other people around me when I am so focused on those things that I am floundering with in my own life. Then we started talking about some of those people, their needs, and how I might be able to reach them. I made a commitment to do better.
As I pulled in to the parking lot, my eyes were wet, red, and puffy. I was having a hard time focusing on the things around. I parked the car and took a few minutes to compose myself. I had to on my Game Face. Though I was being torn apart inside, trying to figure out how to fix those things in my personal world that seem to be going haywire, I knew that I had to walk into building and present myself in a strong and resourceful person. I have learned to do it well.
On that walk from my car to the front door, I wondered how many other people were doing the same thing I was. How many of the faces I confront every day are just game faces? How many of them are able to have a conversation like I had on the way to work and know that the strength to keep moving is coming from some where outside my being? How many are able to make personal commitments to do better and follow the counsel given? I am truly blessed. I pray that I will only be worthy to have more conversations on a regular basis.
Love you,
Dad
As I drove to work, reviewing the happenings of my life, I became very emotional. I found myself pleading with my Father in Heaven for help. We talked about each of my children. We discussed my relationship with my wife. I was highly in tuned with the blessing he has given me even though life around me seems to be a battle ground.
I started wondering how I can help other people around me when I am so focused on those things that I am floundering with in my own life. Then we started talking about some of those people, their needs, and how I might be able to reach them. I made a commitment to do better.
As I pulled in to the parking lot, my eyes were wet, red, and puffy. I was having a hard time focusing on the things around. I parked the car and took a few minutes to compose myself. I had to on my Game Face. Though I was being torn apart inside, trying to figure out how to fix those things in my personal world that seem to be going haywire, I knew that I had to walk into building and present myself in a strong and resourceful person. I have learned to do it well.
On that walk from my car to the front door, I wondered how many other people were doing the same thing I was. How many of the faces I confront every day are just game faces? How many of them are able to have a conversation like I had on the way to work and know that the strength to keep moving is coming from some where outside my being? How many are able to make personal commitments to do better and follow the counsel given? I am truly blessed. I pray that I will only be worthy to have more conversations on a regular basis.
Love you,
Dad
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