Authority on the Soccer Field
My oldest daughter Ashley, who is 13, went to her first day of soccer practice in August. The temperature in Boise was 97 degrees. One of the girls had to sit out because she puked from all the running in the heat.
When I saw Ashley run over to her backpack a couple of times I went to check and see if she was doing okay. "My stomach hurts. I'm looking for my lactose pills," she tells me.
"It's just the heat." I gave her some tough love. "Get back out there and don't stop unless you puke."
Ashley went back out there and managed to make it through practice. When she climbed into the car I asked her how it went.
"Mom, I was feeling so bad. My skin was burning hot, my insides were freezing cold, and my stomach was hurting so bad I could hardly stand," she informs me. "But when we had a break I walked off by myself. I thought, what would Mom do?"
"And what did you do?" I asked, anxious to see what she thought of me.
"I whispered, 'Dear God, I am on this soccer field, so it is mine! I plead the blood over this field - this means the demons have to go and leave me alone!" She says. "Mom, in less than a minute, everything I was feeling just left. There was a little yucky feeling in the pit of my stomach, but that was it!"
I couldn't have been more proud of my little girl. She has learned so well from what has been happening this year. (click here for that story)