Each season of volleyball, I learn something news.
And ironically, that something is
NEVER about volleyball.
The fist year I learned about Christ,
The second year I learned about myself,
This year, I learned about people.
Halfway through the season, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The game isn't what's important, the passing the setting the (
attempted) spiking. I'm fairly positive that 30 years from now I'll forget that one amazing save, or that (very!) rare time we all actually did the ace cheer.
But, I know I won't forget the girls I played with.
That put it into perspective for me. Its not about the game happening on the court, it's about the girls playing the game. And in my case, it's a relief to know the stats will eventually be forgotten, but how we treat others? Not so! We're stuck with that for record for all of eternity.
Moral of the story: Play with Grace, Play for God.
Also, shout out to my JV baes, because lets face it! I'm JV at heart!
ONE: 3 teams this year = happy homeschoolers!
TWO: Abberdoodle, my true love!
THREE: In which Jessie and Jackie flaunt their long arms
FOUR: The best part of the game: when it's over!
FIVE: My BCDS girl. Benji approves.
SIX: In team photos, it only matters if you look good!
Am I right, or am I right?