When I competed in sports, I never realized what a parent goes through until I became one. Sure, I remember having butterflies on the first tee, throwing the first pitch or standing on the starting block, but after a while these nervous feelings become part of the game. From the sidelines, I’m helpless, just a voice of encouragement, biting my nails, pacing around and hoping my child doesn’t embarrass themselves.
As my oldest son James sets out to play in his second consecutive state golf tournament, there isn’t anyone else to blame. There are no umpires who can miss a call. No referees to influence the outcome of the game. In golf, you are the team and when you mess up its obvious. Well, let’s see… You can hit a house, a spectator, visit the beach or take a dive in an adjacent waterway. When you’re stuck on the sidelines as a golf parent, every shot is a gut wrenching adventure.
During the game of life, the Lord doesn’t abandon you. According to Hebrews 12:1, a great crowd of witnesses is sitting in the grandstands called heaven. Saints, past and present are sending out prayers to help each participant to cross the finish line. Although you may be lost in the woods or stuck in a hazard, God sends angels to set you free from these precarious situations, Psalm 30:1-3. If you’re stuck on the sidelines like me, remember the promise of Philippians 4:6-7 to get you through each day.
by Jay Mankus
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