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In this game called life I can count the number of times I have been ahead, on just 1 finger. I don’t think I’d need the whole finger at that.
My defense has been on the field for longer than I can remember. Battered, bruised, and getting broken, always taking the brunt of the assault, but never catching that break. That one play.
Where is that one play? The one that gets the 3rd out, catches the interception or grabs the rebound. The play that allows the defense a chance to catch a breath of air. Mend the wounded. Toss the old play-book and write a new.
It’s taking a beating but still trying to stand strong. But how long can it continue? How long before the grumbling starts? Wait. What is that sound? I think grumbling is starting.
It’s that play-book that’s causing the trouble. Always trying to defend the pass and getting beat by the run. Defending the run, when it shoulda been a pass. My defense is just out of sync. Who’s coaching this defense anyway?
Wait. That would be me. Not that it’s just me. I do have one higher that I consult. Am I not running the plays he’s calling? Am I consulting and not listening? That wouldn’t be any good.
The end of the first half is near. That may be the only time to regroup. Time for review. Time to talk to the Counselor and see where I’m failing. Time to rally the players.
We will be starting the second half on defense. Time for 3 up and 3 down. Three and out. Get the tall man under the goal.
Get me some offense! Hear my battle cry!
Because of HIM
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