A REAL Coach

A REAL Coach

A Good Good Father

Growing up, it seemed like we lived at the ball field in the summer. Between practices and games, it was my world. I was blessed to have a father that was also my coach through most of my baseball years.

I learned a lot about what a “real” coach looked like. I don’t remember my father ever being anything but encouraging. If you made a good play, he was quick to acknowledge your effort. If it was a bad play, he would be quick to encourage and lift you up. We won championships and there were times our season wasn’t quite so grand.

I remember watching a little league coach get mad and throw third base into the outfield over a “perceived” bad call. Being on the opposing team, we joked that we were glad he only threw the base and not our third baseman. What did that accomplish? NOTHING…

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About chronicchristian

I am a mother of 2 children who I realized not long ago I can't call "toddlers" anymore, married to the best man in the world for 12 years and chasing after what God wants for my life. I currently deal with some symptoms and have for the past 9 years, that resemble an autoimmune illness. Currently my own body is attacking my thyroid (seems it could find something better to do) and the doctors I've seen are at a loss as to what the plan might be. I believe God has the very best plan and that He is doing something awesome and she who guards her lips guards her life. This blog is good therapy. Maybe not for you, but definitely for me. God is good and I intend to prove it.

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