To Football or Not to Football?

I am tempted to sigh right now. Football is officially in full swing. I placed my Sam's order yesterday and picked it up today. Just that order was 3 flatbeds and over a thousand dollars. I still have to go to the Dollar Store and buy other stuff.

My house is full of bins and piles of stuff. I should post a picture, but I'm too lazy. I should be going through the bins and reorganizing everything. I should be printing out the menus and sign-in sheets. I should be finishing my shopping. ...

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I choose to blog.

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Four out of my next five Saturdays are football. I enjoy being useful and serving the community. I enjoy the rush and readiness of it all. I like the people I'm serving with. But it does get tiring to be in the "Cave" from 8-4 and end up stinking like grease.

I think God is gently moving me in another direction. I have been involved with football, in one form or another, for the past 5 years. I genuinely like the people, but I've come to the conclusion that I will never be one of them. I'll never be part of their in-crowd or be invited to the cook-outs.  I am an outsider. I know they like me too but it's just different. That's not why I got involved in the first place. I just wanted a way to serve. I'm not so sure that it's actually helping them anymore.

I'm beginning to see other ministry opportunities and wonder where they will lead. I have no idea. I've learned not to try to see the future. God will move and I will follow and that is that. Right now, I am still in football. Right now I'm brainstorming with the ladies from church of ways to beautify the church. Right now I'm hanging out with the lovely friend who I think will be my right hand in Women's Ministry. (Or I will be her right hand, either way...)

It's all good. Seriously. God is very good to me.