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Winning

My son's baseball picture came in. He has a winning smile, and a confident look in his eyes. It doesn't matter that some of the other teams he plays against also play in tournaments every weekend and treat his games like a batting clinic. It only matters that he still gets a base hit, and an RBI, and an occasional good throw to first base. It matters that he is learning humility and yes, it matters that he is having fun. Winning.

My daughter tried out for a musical, just for fun. It doesn't matter if she gets the lead role. It matters that she stood up before three strangers and sang a song that she chose because it seemed fitting for her voice and the particular part of interest. It matters that she read with inflection and enthusiasm. It matters that she stood (with toes in first position, no less) by a friend who was scared (but not really scared) during the dance portion. It matters that she demonstrated skills that she has learned through participating in activities provided through God's grace and our mutual initiative. Winning.

But, what really brought all of this to mind was the fact that my daughter joined me in an impromptu "Monkeys" style dance - walking and crossing alternate legs - across the kitchen this morning. Totally winning.

My Lord and my God, I never imagined that you would offer me such immeasurable riches!

Children are a heritage from the Lord , offspring a reward from God. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth. Blessed is the one whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court. Psalm 127:3-5 NIV

So, we'll call it a win/win. And thanks be to God. Amen.

OK, can't resist...winning!

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