I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus (Philippians 3:14 NIV).
My daughter and family load into the SUV to take my grandson to his Lacrosse game. Arriving at the field, we find a place to sit and watch the game. This sport is fast-paced like football and soccer. However, my knowledge is limited; I know players carry and pass a ball towards the goal with a stick. The stick has a net to scoop and throw the ball. The sport requires participants to move quickly to avoid opponents, plus they need great endurance.
Clad in heavy pads to protect him, he slips the helmet on and runs on the field towards his teammates. The game begins. My eyes struggle to follow the little guy’s body sprint towards the goal. Feet pounding, he passes others as he darts past players.
Someone thrusts a Lacrosse stick in front of Eli and hitting him across the chest. In horror, I watch the strike, abrupt stop, then crash to the ground.
I jump to my feet and step to run across the field, but my daughter grabs hold of my arm.
She cautions me, “Mom, let the coach handle it. Only the coaches are allowed on the field.”
I sit back down. My eyes are on my youngest grandson’s body on the green turf. Immovable. The crowd is solemn and quiet. I wring my hands while waiting for news. The loud drumbeat of my heart vibrates throughout my body. Thoughts are screaming in my mind.
Is he okay? What’s wrong? Get him help.
The coaches reach down and lift him. They walk him across and off the field, and he sits on the sideline.
I praise God that he only had the wind knocked out of him. After watching the game for a while, the coach motions for Eli to get on the field. He rejoins the team’s fight to win.