Last spring our 2 older boys made decisions. After multiple conversations. After months of talking. Stephen decided to stop playing soccer. Caleb decided to stop playing football.
I was devastated. Not being dramatic. Totally honest.
We are a sports’ family. Jeremy coaches. I wear the team shirt. One of us is at every practice. Watching. Enjoying.
Both of our childhoods would cease without organized sports. We both love it. Compete hard. Practice tons.
But both older boys said no. Not now. They wanted a break. And honestly, we had seen it coming. Apathy. Frustration.
Here’s what we didn’t see coming. The joy of being here. The freedom of looking at the calendar and having nothing on it. Oh.My.Word.
We’ve had neighbors over for dinner. We’ve had extended family dinners. We’ve had trips to the museum. We’ve had overnights at Grandparents.
Our life finally has margin and we have loved it.
Y’all…we’ve got basketball starting up in a few weeks. So don’t dismiss me as anti-sports. Far from it!
But I will say that our little break was just what we needed. And we didn’t even know we needed it.
So thankful that God gives us seasons anchored in His unchanging grace.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1)