I have probably told this story a 1 million times, so here goes a 1,000,001. I remember hating kickball at school. It was time to pick teams and my heart would feel like it would come out of my chest. Now I played kickball often at home and I was really fast and I could kick really hard. However, I wasn’t biggest kid in school and I definitely wasn’t the most popular and and super quiet. So most the time I was the last kid picked for most sports.
This made me feel insecure and I would honestly hide in the woods, when I heard we would be playing kickball for recess. I hated the dreaded feeling of being picked last. But here’s what I have learned;
Not everyone is going to cheer you on, but remember God didn’t place you there for a pep rally, but for a purpose. So get on with it.