Life GOOOOALS!

All of this World Cup hoopla has me reliving my glory days as a high school soccer coach.

Yep, I know what’s going through your head right now. Some of you are confused, thinking that’s a typo, that I really meant to write about my time as a high school tennis coach. After all, that’s the sport I actually played in high school and know something about.

But no, I really did have a short stint as a JV soccer coach . . . and it was as comical as you might imagine.

If you’re questioning who in their right mind would hire a soccer coach who didn’t know the difference between a free kick and a penalty kick, I don’t blame you. That’s a fair question. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that when I started coaching at Mid-Carolina, I knew less about soccer than Ted Lasso did when he took the reins at Richmond. But, like Ted, what I lacked in soccer knowledge and ability, I more than made up for in my propensity for baking delicious treats for the team.

Honestly, though, no one had any delusions of grandeur when I agreed to coach. The varsity coach, the AD, and I all knew going in I was basically hired to be a warm body in order for us to start a JV team. I wasn’t offended in the least, as I was looking forward to getting to know a different group of students. The $100 coaching stipend was just icing on the cake.

When it came time for me to take the field, however, I was pretty anxious, and I worried that my lack of experience would frustrate my players and their parents. Sure, I could blow a whistle and make a bunch of middle schoolers run laps, but I couldn’t teach them many soccer skills. #dontuseyourhands

Soon, I realized there was an advantage to my inexperience: Because I knew I wasn’t qualified for the job, and I knew I didn’t have any idea what I was doing, I didn’t put a lot of pressure on myself to have some super impressive record. We celebrated the little victories, and that mindset opened the door for me to learn, to grow, and to laugh at my own mistakes . . . like telling my goal keeper to make a move that resulted in his getting a yellow card—whoopsie daisy!

Bottom line: I may not have been the most able to coach soccer, but I was ready, and I was willing, and that’s all my AD needed.

God works in the same way. When He calls us to a job, He just wants us to try. He doesn’t expect us to know it all before we start. In fact, I read somewhere recently that God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

There are so many leaders in the Bible who started out with a great deal of hesitation. Moses was worried he couldn’t speak, Gideon and Saul both felt insignificant because of their families, and Esther feared King Xerxes would never listen to her, a female and a Jew. And yet, despite their feelings of inadequacy, God used each one of these people to do great things.

As Mordecai encourages Esther to go to the king, he asks her, “And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for a time such as this?” (Esther 4:14). In the moment, we don’t always know why we’re in the position we’re in, and we may doubt our ability to be effective. Luckily, God doesn’t need our perfection, He needs our obedience, and if we lean into Him, He can use us to fulfill his purpose.

As for my legacy at M-C, did I leave the most impressive record behind when I gave up coaching to work on my Master’s . . . absolutely not. But did I help start a JV program that made the varsity program stronger and gave girls the chance to play soccer, eventually leading to the development of their own team . . . why yes, yes I did.

Over my four years of coaching, I learned a lot, and not just how to recognize offside. I learned about teamwork, I learned about motivation, and I learned that I can, in fact, fit in a locker room dryer.

But above all, I learned that we don’t have to be the best to give our best. Sometimes our willingness to try is the key to victory. It’s amazing what God can do if we let Him work within us. All we have to do is BELIEVE.

The Bigger, the Better

As a parent, I’ve discovered there are a few things I can never have too much of. I can never have too much athletic wear or too many wet wipes. I can never have too much patience or too many Goldfish. And, above all, I can never have too much wisdom.

This has been especially evident the past few months as we have tried to help Brooks get used to “big boy school.” It hasn’t been easy, and we have relied heavily on the wisdom of friends and experts. Thanks to a Sunday school lesson a few weeks ago that focused on James 1:5, we have also started to rely on God’s wisdom.

Last week, Alex and I prayed for wisdom of what to do next, for guidance and clarity. I went on to pray for all of the adults in Brooks’ life to have wisdom for the best ways to help him as well.

Alex chuckled at the second half of my prayer, telling me he didn’t think I could pray for other people to have wisdom, to which I very maturely replied, “Yes, I can. I can pray for whatever I want.”

They say my stubbonrness is genetic.

But seriously, in Psalm 109, David, a man after God’s own heart, asks for his enemy’s days to be few. Then he asks for his enemy’s children to be fatherless, so I think asking for adults I respect to be blessed with wisdom is actually pretty kind and compassionate, comparatively speaking.

Later that morning as I was driving to school, I thanked God for being a God who listens and for being a God who lets me ask for a wide variety of things . . . and that’s when it hit me.

Isn’t that what we all want? To be asked?

Think about it . . .

Do we actually want to chair the fall festival at school? No, probably not, but it sure feels good to be asked.

Do we honestly want to go on a blind date with our best friend’s quirky cousin from out of town? Chances are not really, but it sure feels good to be asked.

Do we seriously want to single-handedly organize a field trip, complete with spreadsheets and permission slips? Nope, not even a little bit, but (say it with me) it sure feels good to be asked.

So, if we don’t have any interest in completing the task, why does it still feel good to be asked? It’s simple: Being asked shows us someone believes in our ability, thinks we’re capable, and needs our help. Ultimately, it means someone trusts us, and that feels good.

God wants the same thing from us too, a relationship where we feel comfortable enough to share our deepest desires, our hopes, and our dreams. A relationship where we trust his ability and rely on his help. He wants us to ask him anything because it brings us closer to him.

Now look, I’m not saying we’re going to get everything we ask for. God isn’t Zoltar, ready to grant Big wishes. But he is willing to listen to everything we ask for.

John 9:31 tells us that “if anyone is a worshipper of God and does his will, God listens to him” (ESV). Paul expands on this idea in Ephesians 3:12 when he writes, “in him [Jesus] we may approach God with freedom and confidence.”

In other words, we don’t have to worry about what we ask God for because he’s not going to judge us or laugh at us or get angry with us. He’s going to listen to us like the good father he is. And, I would imagine, he will be excited we finally had enough faith in his ability to ask him to do something for us he’s wanted to do all along.

So, as you talk to God this week, go ahead and be bold in your asking. Go big! Be honest with God, and be honest with yourself. You have nothing to lose and so much to gain.