Tonight our college boy hits the hardwood to play his very last “first game” of his college career. Bittersweet. My heart aches to see this chapter coming to a close. There are so many things I could say, but I’m just going to leave it to him. He said it best below. He wrote the following to himself for inside his locker to be read before every game. We love you, son and couldn’t be prouder.
This is the last chance to pour your heart out for the game you love so immensely! May you not hold anything back! At every moment go all in and all out! Make it count! Finish with no regrets! This is for all the times early in the morning at the gym all alone. This is for all the times in the dark driveway shooting before the sun was up. For all the times you were shooting so badly you started throwing the ball at the goal and punting it into the air. It’s for all the heated arguments over a disputed call in one on one or pickup. For the little kid that you used to be who had this dream. For all the kids who never were able to see this dream come true. For all the people that said you never could do it, that it was impossible. For your parents, who always supported and believed in you even when you didn’t believe in yourself. For all the time that was sacrificed in the gym instead of being with family and friends. For all the coaches that impacted your life so positively. For all of your teammates and the family bond you have built with them. For every game you have played. For all the blood sweat and tears you have passionately poured out for the love of the game. Lastly and most importantly this year is for God, because without his gift of hard work and ability you would not be where you are today. Play for Him tonight and let everything you do be for his glory!
A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.