Never wanted to be a soccer mom

My niece threatens to put a soccer mom sticker on the back of my SUV, not mini van. You know the one with the soccer ball surrounded by flames? I protest that I'm not. Truth be told I am. All three in soccer means at least one has practice four nights during the week and we live at the field on Sat for 3 games. When Macey was little I would go and just watch really. I'd clap for her and high five after the game. I would hear other parents yelling and cheering and I thought they were a little much. Macey was not really into soccer as a 5 year old. She just wanted to wear the uniform and be on the team. Around age 7 something in her switched. She started really trying. When that happened something in me switch too. I was yelling and cheering, on the edge of my seat, jumping up and down when she made a goal. I was a little much. Last season was tough. Macey got placed on an awesome team. 3 girls dominated with their skill. Macey shut down. I was so upset with her. Not because she didn't score, but because she didn't try. See since she could not shine as a forward she sat back content to let everyone else on her team do the work. They were in first place undefeated all season. Who doesn't want to be on that team. She had brief moments of effort but mostly just stood around. We talked about effort and giving it your all this year. Be a team player. This season her first game was Sat. I was at Women of Faith. While talking to Bill at the break he starts yelling "Go Macey, again, again, go go go. She just scored!!!!" Tears flew down my cheek. I missed it. I was so proud of her. Not because she scored, that was bonus. It was because she tried. As I thought about it I realized how God must feel when looking down at us. We know that we can do all thing through him who gives us strength. But how he must cheer and well up with pride when we try and do our best. Isn't that all He asks of us is to try? Did you give Him something to cheer about today?