I’m a spirit in a human game.  I wonder a lot what the game plan is, recognize that I do have a coach and try to listen to the suggestions She makes.

But I’d really much rather be a football player.  With a trim tough body I could be a line backer (isn’t that the one that catches the ball?).  With those fantasy arms as big as my (current) thighs, power that pulls crowds down the field, eyes in the back of my head, arms that reach to the sky, fierce grabbing velcro hands that secure that pigskin tight into my chest.  Or I could be a blocker–satisfaction guaranteed to squat like an ancient retaining stone wall, securely rooted and steadfastedly unmoving against the pressure of all opposition.

Whatever game I believe is on the field today, every morning I sit in the stands and cheer cheer cheer!  How tremendous!  What a good play!  Did you see that catch?!?!  When I complete a task, return a phone call, listen and share, open my heart, treat myself, take an extra breath.

Today is the day the Lady has made.  Let us rejoice and be glad.