Dreaming of His Future

From the day he was born, it was easy to imagine all the things he might do in life. I could see his athletic prowess on the field of play, and it didn’t even matter what field he was playing on. It didn’t matter if he still hadn’t taken his first step. The idea of him not liking sports never entered the picture of my imagination. The same imagination that envisioned a young Einstein with a certain love for reading the classics. At his earliest age, I imagined endless possibilities of what his future would bring.

But in the end, does it really matter? Who cares what sport he chooses, if he even chooses one. I hope he does, and then my hope is that he gives it everything he’s got. Along the lines of academics, my wish is that he does the best he can. I actually don’t care which direction his future goes, as long as he has just one thing. What would make me really happy about his future?

My son, if your heart is wise, my heart will also rejoice. -Proverbs 23:15

 


Later this week I hope to post my thoughts on being sick. That’s where I have been the last 6 days.

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