Restoring Hope - 01/23/15

Guest Post by Amanda McGill

 

Have you ever just been so disappointed that your heart literally fell into your stomach?

If you asked me on Saturday if I have felt what it truly feels like to be disappointed, I probably would have given you the “DUH” look; everyone has felt disappointed in someone or something at one point in time. But then Sunday happened. I felt a level of disappointment that I could not even fathom. My heart was broken. No, my heart is shattered.

For those of you who don’t know, I am a coach to an inner city soccer team here in my city. The love that I have developed for these boys and girl has been completely unpredictable. I try to instill in these precious children the importance of sportsmanship and respecting not just our own team, but the teams and coaches we play. It’s not about winning all of our games; it’s about portraying the love that we have been so graciously given.

On Sunday, I received word that my kids were on the field using profanity to the other team. There is no doubt in my mind these children know this is unacceptable. Maybe outside of soccer they can get away with this behavior, but when they are on the field, they are mine; and it will never be acceptable for my children to use that language. Within seconds,  I experienced embarrassment, anger, and disappointment.

When I thought I experienced all the disappointment I could in one day, I was then informed that some of my boys were arrested. As my eyes filled with tears, for the first time in my entire life, I felt what it feels like to have my heart ripped out of my chest. For the first time in my life, I felt what it truly felt like to have a broken heart.

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” Romans 5:3-5

Working for the kingdom of God was never promised to be easy. In this time of heartache, I have to continually remind myself that I am not the one in control. God continues to provide evidence on how important it is to dive into these boys’ lives and show them love. The Lord was at work on those soccer fields long before I stepped foot on the sidelines, and I pray that He uses me for His glory.

Far be it from me to not believe,

Even when my eyes can’t see

And this mountain that’s in front of me ,

Will be thrown into the midst of the sea

Through it all, through it all

My eyes are on You

Through it all, through it all

It is well.

 

 

Written by Amanda McGill

Urban Soccer Coach


Check out her blog at: https://therootrecords.wordpress.com