I’m a coach. It’s actually what I went to school for. I thought I was going to be a teacher and a coach. Yet for the last 20 years I have been a musician/songwriter/worship leader for a vocation. Can’t make it up.
It’s crazy how being a coach is kinda like being a worship leader/pastor. In both roles you get to pour into other peoples’ lives and try to do what ever you can to help them be successful. I love both of these roles.
I am a coach of girl’s varsity basketball at a Christian school. Doing that while being on the road doing concerts is a crazy experience, but my staff, family, and the school are very helpful to make it work. My daughter Allison plays for the team and so that is a deeper blessing to do this.
Entering this season we had a total of eight girls for the whole varsity team: two juniors, five freshmen, and an eighth grader. Only four of them played varsity last year.
We’re not big and not super fast. We have no real superstars. On the first day of practice, we all understood that every girl was going to have to learn nearly every position and be willing to do things she had not done before.
We would also need to be the most in-shape team we’ve ever been because with so few players, if we were going to win games, we would have to run the floor better than anyone.
One of the hardest things was learning to practice offense and defense. We had no one to play against. You need ten; we had eight. The assistant coaches would admirably stand in but it’s not the same.
We literally would learn during games because finally we had competition. Our timeouts during games were more about teaching and learning than motivation and adjustments.
The deck was stacked against these girls.
They are young, small in size, and small in numbers. Injuries would have to be non-existent, they’d have to learn on the fly during games, and they’d have to learn to play as five girls on the floor knowing what every position does in case they needed to play it.
It would take these girls self-discipline, mental toughness, physical stress, and, most of all, a will to not quit or say it’s not worth it.
We started our season on November 18th. We ended our season on March 7th.
The result? 20-4 Regular season and conference tournament champions!
Conference Champions! The joy of accomplishing the hard thing!
Pretty fun I must tell you. When I heard them cheer, it was actually like all the tense air of the long practices, bumps and bruises, and mental fatigue just disappeared like fog being burned away by the sun.
What does this have to do with us? Let’s get excited about doing hard things this spring.
Our world is about shortcuts. It’s why the escalator is packed with people but the staircase is empty.
We’re looking for easier ways to get things done with less investment, less effort, and less risk.
“Get cash instantly.”
“Lose 20 pounds in one week!”
“Become a millionaire overnight!”
“Have it delivered tomorrow.”
Conveniences aren’t always a bad thing.
But there are experiences we’re missing out on because we’re looking for the easiest way rather than doing whatever it takes to do it right. Sometimes doing it right is hard.
“Indolence wants it all and gets nothing; the energetic have something to show for their lives.” Proverbs 13:4 The Message
I want to have something to show for my life. I bet you do too.
What is something hard you want to do?
Write a book? Run a marathon? Forgive? Make something from scratch? Invite the difficult co-worker to your church?
I’d love to hear your thoughts below in the comments. It’s my way of cheering for you.
Who knows, even with the odds stacked against you, you might still come out conference champions.
God is good all the time!