My grandson has been a football fanatic for – – well, I guess his whole life. He has followed specific teams, players, and stats. A few years ago, when he was about 12, he set up a family football league. Of course, he is always in the top of the winner’s board. He has always wanted to play the game, but expense and time have prohibited that. However, now that he is starting high school, he had the opportunity to join the freshman football team. Having never played before, he has had a lot to learn. He knows how each position is supposed to maneuver, but having to actually carry that out is a different ball game so to speak. Today he played in his first game and was on the defense. We texted in the morning and I told him good luck. After the game we got on video chat. He had a great time and told me about the game, quarter by quarter. He made some great plays – even got an interception. His dad – my son – told me he was so proud of him that he cried. It was very exciting and I loved to hear and see the enthusiasm.

I Found God today as my grandson participated in something he has been wanting to do for a very long time.