Stay In the Game, Don't loose hope.

Badminton is a game of will, maneuverability and the mind. I remember back in high school, my singles Team-mate had a fractured arm string from a previous practice and was really in pain. He was a great player and our team couldn't do without him, but according to the doctor he wasn't expected to play. Our coach, wanted him to sit it out, but he wasn't about to miss the game. His arm was bandaged and all swollen. He was all bandaged up. We were losing badly, and when I got a chance, I walked over and asked him how he felt. He said, "It's excruciating, but I'd rather be playing in pain than sitting on the sidelines watching."

God has wonderfully created you to become a beautiful creature, blessed with strength of will and mind, you can't let that setback, that pain, that disappointment, that hurt make you sit on the sidelines of life. You might need to take some time out, doing it like a player. Strapping up what's hurting. Forgiving the person who did you wrong, Let go of what didn't work out and get back in the game.

The kind of people God rewards. Faithful people, people who are determined; people who get knocked down but don't stay down. You don't let the hurt, the pain, the bad make you bitter, lose your passion or start blaming God. No, like that lad, you stay in the game. No matter what life deals our way, our attitude should be, "I'm hurting, but I'm still here. A friend did me wrong, but I'm still here. Business is slow, but I'm still here. I didn't feel like coming, but I'm still here."

You've got to have a made up mind that you're going to stay in the game. You're not only going to be faithful as long as you feel perfectly well, as long as everybody treats you right, as long as it's sunny and cool outside. No, you've made up your mind, "I'm hurting, but I'm still coming. My boss did me wrong, but I'm still getting to work on time; I'm still being my best. I'm in pain, but I'm still singing in the choir. I'm still ushering each week. I'm still being good to a friend that's in need. I've still got a smile. I'm still giving God praise."

Anybody can sit on the sidelines. Anybody can find an excuse to be sour, to drop out, and to give up on life. Stay in the game and let God lead you to victory!

Happy week ya’ll

Loughran

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