I’m an ignorant football mom. Supportive but ignorant. Although it’s the second year of my son playing football, I have barely more knowledge than I did at the beginning of his football career.
A friend who understands football asked me what my son plays. “He has a new role this season,” I answered.
“A new role? Don’t you mean position?” he asked.
“Yeah, that’s right. New position,” I said. “I don’t remember what it’s called, but he’s on the line.”
“On the line” means something, although I don’t know what. They all seem to line up on both sides, except for the quarterback. Maybe they’re all “on the line” except for him?
I learned there are people who hold exclamation point-type markers attached with a chain to show the distance the team needs to move the ball. They might be called the chain gang?
Realizing the distance was marked made the game much easier for me to follow.
Even with my self-confessed obliviousness, I know the last quarter is the most important quarter. Teams can make comebacks and last-minute turnarounds.
The game is won in the last quarter.
When this year started, you had dreams, inklings, whispers, desires, questions and hopes. Find them again. Follow them again. Feed them again.
This is the last quarter of 2014. This is the one that counts.
Lord, bless us with bravery and trust when we hear your calling.
Bless us with patience and trust when we don’t.
How will you revive a dream you’ve let slip?