Well, it’s that time again…football season! And, apparently its beginning conjures up a wide array of emotions.
For some, it’s as if the prodigal son himself has returned. It’s time to have a feast and celebrate!
For others, football season is like that fly in the summer, you know, the one you swat at for hours, but just can’t seem to get out of your house.
I mean, some folks just don’t care about football, and they can’t wait for it to be gone! (I know, I know…I can hardly believe it myself.)
Here’s some proof…
“Are you watching the game tonight?” I asked.
“What game?” she said.
“Mom, are you serious?”
It was an LSU-Alabama game, by the way, and my own mother had no clue it was coming on. And, this is a woman who lives in the middle of a state that bleeds purple and gold.
My wife feels the same way. Each summer while I’m counting down the days until opening weekend, all she can hear in her head is…“We interrupt this marriage to bring you football season.”
You know, we go in and out of different seasons in life too. “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven…” (Read Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)
From new parent to empty nester…new job to job loss…seasons change. Some, we welcome with open arms…others, we can’t get out of fast enough.
A few years ago I went through the hardest season of my life. I lost my job and then a few months later, I suddenly lost my father.
The days during that time felt like an eternity. The bad days overshadowed the good ones. Sorrow and shame filled my thoughts.
But, God helped me get through it with encouragement and compassion from those around me. Through cards, phone calls, texts, prayers, and hugs, He turned my darkest hour into a testimony of love. And He led me into a new season…a season where pain is just as much a reminder of hope as it is of sorrow.
So, what type of season are you in? What about folks around you?
Seek opportunities to encourage those who are going through difficult times. Trust me, you don’t have to say anything profound. Listen to this:
When I was flying home after my dad passed away, I had a layover in Atlanta. I checked my phone and had the following message: “I heard a news report that there was a weirdo in the Atlanta airport. So, I was just calling to see where you were.” All I could do was laugh. It made me feel just as good as opening weekend of football season does!
If you are going through a tough season, hang in there…like that summer fly, it will soon be a memory. Cling to what is good and lean on the One who can turn your time to mourn into a time to dance…