Every night, at around 8:30, Brady and I read together in his room. I would love for it to be a time of just snuggling together, cozied up in his bed, but this is never the case with my little boy. Brady actually means “spirited one” and although he’s not as active as his younger brother Eli, he does have a hard time staying still. When I’m reading to him, Brady is usually shooting hoops or drawing. He’s taking everything in from the story, he just likes to be active while he’s listening.
Tonight, while I was reading to him (Guts by Gary Paulsen), I noticed, out of the corner of my eye,Brady dressed in a basketball jersey and shorts, had picked up his basketball trophy and was carrying it around the room. He held it up over his arms and did a silent cheer as he walked, waving at the adoring fans.
I could almost hear the imaginary applause.
Brady wants to be a champion so badly. He wants to be his team’s star player. He wants the glory of being number 1.
We are not ten years old but still, don’t we often want the same things Brady wants? We want to be the champions. We want to be the star players. We want to be number 1.
What many of us, including myself, fail to realize, is we are already winning. We are already the star players.
No trophy will ever be as big as God’s love for us. No medal will ever take the place of how much He cherishes each and every one of us.
When we stand before God, it will be like nothing we have ever experienced. Like nothing we have ever imagined.
Number one in God’s eyes. His star players. His champions.
And his applause will be enough.
Zephaniah 3:17 – The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.