Recently, my daughter decided she wanted to try something new this summer. In previous years, aside from hanging out with her father and I, she has spent many enchanted afternoons as a fairy princess with wild pigtails ruling a kingdom with the fair maiden cousin Zoie or in swim classes pretending to be a mermaid. Running a kingdom seemed to suit her well,but being a mermaid required a little more. She is still not used to the idea of water in her face.
Because of this, in addition to realizing that playing sports with little boys on the playground at school can be fun, she very graciously decided that she would play soccer this summer.
Having very little strength in refusing her of reasonable desires, we agreed. The only trouble was finding a soccer camp that actually fit our schedules. Most of the ones that I called had schedules that run from morning to midday and as a dual income family, this certainly didn't work. I tried calling around to a few others and was unsuccessful. I began preparing myself for the sad look on her little face when I would break the news to her. Disappointed, I decided to put in on the back burner for a little while.
Upon my arrival home yesterday, I walked to my front door and wedged between the frame and the door was a tiny card. Annoyed, because things are hung on our door frequently, I pulled it out to see who was peddling their lawn care service this time. For a moment,I stood in disbelief staring at an advertisement for Soccer Bible Camp, at a time and price my husband and I could afford. I smiled,took into the house and showed it to Carl and quickly followed the instructions for online registration.
Quietly, I thought about how on time God is and decided that in more situations than this one, it was His way of telling me to not give up.
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