When he speaks… listen

My daughter had a softball tournament this past weekend. I spent the majority of my Mother’s Day cheering on my favorite number 33.

I have always been a really competitive mama. Softball and basketball are sports that I love. Sometimes, ok, quite often; I have been a little “spirited” when watching my kids participate in these sports.

I have been really trying to press into Jesus when it comes to watching my kids play sports and work on my spiritedness (is that even a word- it is now). I was at lessons with my daughter, and it hit me that my days of cheering her on in sports are coming to a close sooner rather than later. At that moment, I felt Jesus say something along the lines of, girl- get it together. Be present, not critical. Take a different approach of less competitiveness and more support and encouragement.

Uh, Jesus- you talking to me?

I am not sure how to not be competitive and spirited. In true Tara fashion, I attempted to push back

and then decided that never ends well. What happened? Speaking life into my kids has happened. I am witnessing her confidence increase. I am witnessing her sharing her thoughts after games and practices. I am listening, and she is speaking.

Our relationship is growing. I am just enjoying soaking up my time with her before we enter the next phase of life. God is setting some amazing groundwork for our relationship to continue to flourish. Thank you, Jesus, for knocking some sense into this stubborn mama. My heart is beyond words grateful!

We got home and enjoyed a lovely dinner of hamburgers, grilled fish, garlic-grilled shrimp, and all the fixins. I am thankful for my people. I cannot imagine my life without these kids and my husband, and our little petting zoo of chaos. This is certainly my kind of wonderful right here.

Love,

Tara

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