What Do You Do When You Fail as a Parent?

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Yesterday I sent my younger daughter to school in tears, and I came home a shed a few of my own.

We had a really busy weekend — three hockey games (one at 6:45 a.m.), church and softball practice. By the end of the weekend everyone was tired and crabby. And Monday morning, my daughter realized she had forgotten to do some of her homework.

Let’s just cut to the chase and say the morning was awful. My daughter was in tears the whole time. I was frustrated that she had forgotten the homework. I didn’t have drinks to put in the kids’ lunches because I had forgotten them at the store. And my husband was tired and grumpy, too. Did I mention my older daughter needed to be at school half an hour early? Disaster doesn’t even begin to describe our morning.

When I got home from dropping the girls off at school, I sat in the chair and cried. It was the worst way to start the week. I felt like I had failed as a mom. My kid was dropping the ball left and right, and I felt like I had set her up to fail because of the way our schedules had worked out over the weekend. I didn’t enforce some of my own rules, and that coupled with her choices made for a disaster of a Monday morning for all of us.

But in those moments of frustration and tears, I realized something. We all fail at this parenting thing sometimes. There’s no instruction manual. There’s no shortcuts. There’s no one thing that works for every kid. We’re destined to fail at some point. And what do we do then?

Well, I recommend a good cry, but then it’s time to throw ourselves into the arms of grace. It’s time to look up and realize that despite all of our failures, God is creating something beautiful in our kids. Though we may say the wrong thing, make the wrong choice or simply have a bad day, God is preparing our kids to do amazing things for Him. And He isn’t going to let our failures get in the way.

God uses the hurts, the frustrations and the failures to make us better parents and our kids better kids. If we choose not to wallow in our failures, if we choose to get back into the parenting fray day after day after day, then God can use us to grow our kids. He can use us to be examples of how great His grace and mercy are. He can use us to be His hands and feet for our kids.

And he does that in the middle of our worst days. He does that in the depths of our failures. He does that even when we aren’t looking for Him. He does that because He is grace and joy and love and mercy. He does that because He loves us and He loves our kids.

So, if you’ve failed at this parenting thing today, take heart in knowing that God is big enough to clean up your failures, and He loves you enough to forgive them.

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Let’s Talk about Sex


Our church is having a purity event tonight for the student ministry. Neither of my girls is going for a variety of reasons, but the event itself has led to some fruitful conversations with my older daughter.

My 13-year-old daughter isn’t even really thinking about sex. She’s just now learning how to be friends with guys. Anything beyond that isn’t something she thinks a lot about at this point.

But this event has given us a lot of opportunities to talk not just about sex but about purity. It’s given me a chance to really evaluate how I want to approach those topics with both my daughters.

We’re a couple of years past the birds and the bees talk with both girls. They know that we think waiting for marriage is the best plan because it’s God’s plan. But that doesn’t mean we stop talking with them about sex and purity.

And here’s what I’ve discovered this week as I’ve been talking with my older daughter. I don’t want to put sexual purity up on a pedestal. I don’t want it to be a rule that shouldn’t be broken. I want my daughters to choose to wait for marriage because they have a relationship with Jesus. I want them to choose sexual purity because they love Jesus and want to follow His plan because they know it’s the best one for them.

I also don’t want to discuss sexual purity in a vacuum because I think for a long time Christians have put sexual purity on a pedestal. It’s a prize to be obtained, not a lifestyle choice made out of love for Jesus. We put a huge emphasis on sexual purity but don’t place the same emphasis on purity of speech, thought and action.

Do you know how many times the word sex is mentioned in the Bible? 77. Do you know how many times the Bible talks about our tongues? 133.

When we place a huge emphasis on sexual purity all by itself, we lead our kids to believe that it’s more important than our words or our thoughts or our actions. When exactly the opposite is true. If we help our kids focus on leading a pure life in words, thoughts, and actions, then sexual purity simply becomes a part of that lifestyle. It’s not something they have to aspire to. It’s simply an outgrowth of the life they’re already living.

Sex is an open conversation in our house. We discuss it just like we discuss any other topic. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes it’s serious. But the door is never closed on that conversation. Just like the door is never closed on talking about words, thoughts and actions.

When we’re talking with our kids about sex, about waiting for marriage, about leading a life that’s pleasing to God, let’s remember not to do it in a vacuum. Let’s remember that leading a pure life in the eyes of God is about more than just waiting for marriage to have sex. It’s about pleasing words, taking every thought captive and treating others like we would want to be treated. Because God wants us to live a pure life in all areas, not just in the bedroom.

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The Truth about the Proverbs 31 Woman

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For a long time after I became a mom I tried to live up to this vision I had in my head of being the perfect wife and mom. You know, the mom that had it all together — perfectly dressed kids, dinner on the table every night, clean clothes always in the drawers and children who picked up after themselves.

My real life looks nothing like that. The reality is if it’s not written on the calendar, it doesn’t happen — and even then I’ve been known to miss an appointment or two. The floor might get mopped once every two weeks and the bathrooms cleaned about that often as well. My kids’ rooms often look like a war zone and more often than not you’ll find a hockey bag and a soccer ball in my living room where a coffee table should be.

For much of this journey of motherhood, I felt guilty about the reality of life. I felt like I wasn’t living up to the image of the Proverbs 31 woman — you know that girl in the Bible who is pretty much perfect. She works, she sews, she cooks, she cleans, she’s a great mom — and she’s pretty stinkin’ annoying.

But here’s the truth of the Proverbs 31 woman. All she’s doing is taking care of her family. That’s all she’s called to do. All those things she does, I do them, too. I may not be making bread by hand, but I have something she didn’t — a grocery store. I may not be weaving my own cloth, but my kids are clothed when they walk out the door. I may not be purchasing land and selling it, but I am working to provide for my family.

The picture we’ve been fed of the Proverbs 31 woman is that she’s this paragon of a wife and mother. She’s what we should all strive to be. But what too many of us have seen is something that has left us striving to be something God never intended for us to be. Are the attributes of the Proverbs 31 woman something we should strive to attain? Absolutely. Does that mean we all need to be the Stepford wives to do so? Absolutely not.

God calls us to as moms to care for our families. He calls us to offer wisdom, comfort and joy to our kids. He doesn’t call us to live by a checklist. He doesn’t call us to look like anyone else.

Our primary job as moms is to raise children who are seeking after God, making wise choices and becoming productive members of society. If we’re fulfilling that calling, then it doesn’t matter if you’re making your own bread, weaving your own cloth or cleaning your house every Tuesday. It doesn’t matter if you’re a stay-at-home mom, a work-at-home mom or a work-outside-the-home mom. It doesn’t matter if you breastfeed or bottlefeed. It simply doesn’t matter as long as you’re doing what you’re called to do.

So, let’s stop comparing ourselves to the perfect image of the Proverbs 31 woman and instead try to do what she did — follow our calling to take care of our families. Because the Proverbs 31 woman isn’t a description of a checklist we have to make it through to be a good wife and mom. She’s a representation of a woman following her calling to care for her family. And that’s what we should be striving to do, too.

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Making Jesus Come Alive (Behold the King of Glory Review and Giveaway)


I received a copy of the book Behold the King of Glory from Family Christian in exchange for a review. However, the opinions in this post are entirely my own.

My husband picked up the book I was reading the other day and gave me a funny look. “Behold the King of Glory: A Narrative of the Life, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ? Don’t we already have that? Isn’t it called the Bible?”

In a way, my husband is right. There’s no better source for the facts of Jesus’ life, death and resurrection than the Bible. The Bible stands on its own in presenting the saving story of Jesus.

However, I grew up in the church. I have 40 years of Easter, Christmas and Bible verses under my belt. And sometimes, I need to be reminded of how amazing the story of God’s love truly is. I need a different perspective. I need something to bring my attention back to the miracle of the resurrection.

And that’s what Behold the King of Glory: A Narrative of the Life, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ does. It takes the biblical accounts of Jesus’ life from his first miracle to his resurrection and puts them in a chronological, narrative form. It draws Jesus as the true-life person that He was.

Author Russ Ramsey bring Jesus to life in his writing by using all the gospel accounts and weaving them into one cohesive picture of Jesus, the man, and Jesus as God. His account of Jesus calling his disciples gave me goosebumps because I could see the picture of it in my head. Ramsey takes verses that I’ve been hearing and reading my whole life and offers a fresh perspective on them.

The book is broken down into 40 short chapters, which makes it perfect as a family devotional during the Lent season. Even if you don’t celebrate Lent, I’d encourage you to check it out to read in the 40 days before Easter. It will bring Jesus to life for your family, especially if you have older kids who have grown up in the church.

Making Jesus come alive for our kids is one of the most important things we can do for them. It can be easy for our kids to just file the biblical accounts of Jesus’ life away as one more thing they’ve heard all their lives. Anything we can do to bring Him to life for them, is something we should pursue. Sometimes just hearing the biblical accounts written in a more modern, more chronological way can do that for our kids.

If you have kids who are 10 or older and you’re looking for a different kind of family devotional, be sure to check out Behold the King of Glory: A Narrative of the Life, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. To make that a little easier, Family Christian has given me a $10 certificate to give away. Check it out and enter to win below.

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First Friday: Everyday Love


Once upon a time, I thought that married love would be all flowers and chocolate and candlelight. I just knew that the perfect man would sweep me off my feet and provide me with a lifetime of romantic gestures and happily-ever-afters. But then I actually got married.

And aside from the chocolate part (my love has that DOWN, y’all,) our love story has been an unexpected one.

We’ve shouldered hard things. Really hard things. So much so that I often wonder if we are screwing up in the “teaching our kids what married love should be” department.

But then something happens that suggests otherwise and I realize once again, that our love is different than most fairy tales but it is love, just the same.

Take for instance two weeks ago, when my husband was out-of-town and I had four kids and a mama puking all week. It was full-on heinous. But even in the middle of the roughest rough, I saw what kind of love story is written when you push through the tough stuff together.

We had finally reached bedtime after a blessedly long day when my 9-year-old came into my bedroom with a pillow and blanket and said, “I am going to sleep with you tonight so I can help you with Maddie…”

Quickly I answered her with, “Oh, honey, you don’t need to do that…you are still sick too and I want you to get some good rest…”

“Mom, Dad is gone and you need help. I am sleeping here.”

Bless it if this child is not president someday.


So I acquiesced and went into the bathroom to change into my pajamas. When I came out, I nearly burst into tears. My girl had made the bed just the way Nathan makes it every night, with pillows to prop up my arthritic knees and two others with just the right squishiness to cradle my shoulders and neck.

But then I noticed the clean bottles by the bassinet and the ice water on the nightstand…

And that’s when I blubbered. Full-on blubbered. For she knew exactly how much I was loved.

She knew.

Even though there were rarely flowers and candlelight. Even though we went to the hospital more than we went on getaways. Even though we bought birthday cards the day of and going out to dinner often meant carryout in bed.

She knew and saw love. Consistent and constant, everyday love. Couple that with her precious heart and I was undone. Completely undone.

For I was reminded once again of another love story, the one where a perfect Savior has consistently and constantly shouldered the really hard things with me. And I fell in love all over again. With him and Him.

Because flowers and candlelight are lovely, but the best kind of love is the one that shows up.

In the mundane…

In the tough stuff…

In the tears…

Everyday love trumps it all.

Sara Cormany guest posts on the first Friday of each month. Sara is mommy to six-year-old Grace, four-year-old Drew, one-year-old Sophie, and her new little miracle Maddie.  When she is not wiping noses, changing diapers or chasing her kids, she is a sometimes writer and a sometimes teacher to teenagers.  But her most cherished role is that of one who is perfectly held by Jesus. She loves watching Him take the broken, the messy and the seemingly mundane of her everyday and turn it into something beautiful. She recently began her own blog called Where Feet May Fail. Be sure to check it out.





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When Your Child Hurts


There’s very little that’s worse for a parent than to watch their child when they are in pain. The pain can be physical or emotional. It doesn’t matter; it still hurts to watch.

To see your child struggle and to know that there’s nothing you can offer except a hug and a prayer leaves you feeling helpless and heartsick.

If you’ve been reading the blog this week, you know that my older daughter injured her knee in soccer the other day. It doesn’t seem like it’s a tweak or a strain. There’s something pretty seriously wrong with her knee. We’re headed for an MRI on Monday, and the waiting is awful.

I’ve been watching my daughter run the gamut of emotions from “This isn’t fair” to “It will be OK” to “What if I can’t play soccer again?” And I feel completely inadequate. She comes home from school with a grimace on her face because her knee hurts. She walks in the door with a pain in her heart from the friends at school who ask “What’s the big deal?” And I can do nothing but hug her and pray for her and assure her that God is in control. Even as my heart breaks for her.

You see, there’s nothing I can do. This isn’t an injury a kiss and a pat on the back will heal. It’s not something that I can wave my magic wand over and fix. All I can do is watch her struggle and place her in the care of the One who can heal her. All I can do is gather her in my arms and hug her while the tears fall. All I can do is hide my own tears and heartbreak from her.

But even in the midst of the pain and the heartbreak, I recognize this: It’s in the most painful moments of life that we see God the most. It’s in those moments when we’re at our lowest, that we tend to look up the most. And when we do, we see God. We are reminded that He doesn’t waste a hurt. We know that he doesn’t forget about us. We are reminded that we are loved beyond measure.

So, while I hate to see my daughter hurt, while I hate to see her struggle, I would never take the painful moments away from her. Because even in the midst of this particular difficult situation, she’s been able to see God at work. She has friends that have lifted her up in ways that I can’t, and she recognizes that those friends weren’t in her life in the way they are now nine months ago. She knows that God gave her exactly the friends she would need for this moment. She’s been able to see that a soccer coaching change a couple of months ago, which was traumatic at the time, may be the best thing for her during this time. She’s watching, and she’s seeing God’s hand in her life.

Without the painful moments, our kids may never recognize how amazing God is. They’ll never know the peace that comes with letting God take the lead. They may never truly see how God works in their lives.

So, while this road we walk with our kids is going to have periods of pain and sorrow, we can still be thankful for how God shows up in them. We can take comfort in the promise  that “weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5).

In the midst of the hurt, we can look forward to the rejoicing, even as we weep with our kids in the night.

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The Power of Friendship


I wrote this post on Monday about how much our kids need friendships that are more than surface deep and focus on the important things. I had no idea that on Tuesday I was going to get to watch just how powerful those friendships can be.

I took my older daughter to the doctor yesterday morning. She hurt her knee playing soccer Saturday night, and after a couple of days of watching her try to convince me it was fine, I decided it was time to get an expert opinion.

The doctor took X-rays and moved her knee around a bit. Then he said the words every soccer player dreads hearing: “I think it might be your ACL.” My daughter heard those three little letters, and for her, the world stopped spinning. An ACL tear is one of the worst injuries that can happen to a soccer player. It’s surgery and months of rehab. Recovery time is nine months.

Now, we don’t know for sure that my daughter’s is torn. We go in on Monday for an MRI to find out, but just the possibility of an ACL tear devastated my daughter. She has worked so hard to play soccer at the level at which she plays it. She’s sacrificed other activities, family time, sleepovers and junk food. She loves playing soccer more than she loves doing anything else in the world.

We made it out of the doctor’s office before she burst into tears. I gave her some time to get herself back together before taking her back to school. During that time, I texted a friend of mine who is the mom of a couple of my daughter’s friends. Within minutes, there were texts on my daughter’s phone simply commiserating with her. They were short (both kids were in school) but they were enough that my daughter didn’t feel totally alone.

When my daughter got home from school, she was still pretty upset. But then I got to watch something beautiful and amazing. My daughter has three friends (the two who texted her earlier and a girl on her soccer team) who really understand what this type of injury means for someone like her. And I watched all evening as they showered her with texts commiserating with her, encouraging her and reminding her that God is a good God, and He’s got even this covered.

The maturity and wisdom these friends showed in encouraging my daughter, and the love they poured out on her were truly awesome. I watched my daughter go from ugly-cry devastated to feeling like she could handle the situation — all because her friends had her back.

Never underestimate the power your kids have to make a difference. So often, we hear about kids bullying each other or about the mean girls who gossip about everything. What we often miss, though, is that our kids have just as much power to be the hands and feet of Jesus in this world. And it doesn’t take a lot of money or time. It just takes caring and being willing to reach out.

My daughter is an introvert. She’s pretty shy. It takes time to get to know her. These friends have invested that time. They’ve pushed through some of the walls she puts up to keep the world out. Yesterday, I watched her friends ask her how she felt. I watched my daughter pour out her frustration and fears, something that she won’t do with just anyone. Those moments of vulnerability gave her friends the opening to remind my daughter that God is in control and that her friends are there to help.

When we teach our kids to be good friends, when we teach them to push beyond the surface, we’re teaching them to love each other like God loves them. We’re teaching them to let God use them to reach other people.

I doubt any of those three kids yesterday was thinking about being “God with skin on” to my daughter. They were simply loving her through a rough time. But what they did yesterday is what I think Jesus had in mind when He told us “As I have loved you, so you must love one another” (John 13:34).

And I think we can all learn a lot from their example.

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What I Want Most for My Kids

My older daughter got home at 11:30 last night. It was 12:15 before she got to bed. And it was a school night.

It’s a rare night that I let my daughter stay up past midnight on a school night. She was exhausted this morning, but a picture is worth a thousand words.

Winter Jam

This photo was taken by a friend of mine last night at Winter Jam — a huge Christian concert. That’s my daughter (the one with the long hair next to the guy in the Blackhawks cap). She’s in between two really good friends, and she’s got arms raised worshiping God together with them.

That picture sums up so much of what I want for my kids — to know and worship a great God and to have great friends who also know and worship that great God.

So much of our kids’ lives from middle school on is focused on goals. It’s about getting good grades, playing well in whatever sport they play, deciding where to go to college and what to do with their lives. And in that mix, relationships can get lost. Our kids can form surface relationships with their peers that never really get to the heart of what’s important in life.

Those three kids in that picture are busy. My daughter plays really competitive soccer. The guy on the left plays hockey at an elite level. The girl on the right is a talented ballerina. They commit hours and hours to schoolwork and activities. It would be easy for them to miss out on the gift of friendship with anyone outside their chosen sport or activity.

But these kids and the others on that row that you can’t see have learned that it’s important to have friends who understand not just who you are, but whose you are. They know that when the going gets tough, you need friends who have your back, who will pray for you, who will understand you.

That girl on the right doesn’t know much about soccer, but she knows my daughter. She knows how to make her laugh. She knows how to just be comfortable with her. She knows about my daughter’s heart.

That guy on the left may not play soccer, but he knows all about how difficult it is to play a sport at a high level. He knows how hard it is to be injured and how sometimes you just need a little bit of encouragement when you’ve had a bad practice. He also knows how to make my daughter laugh and sometimes roll her eyes.

There’s another girl just to the right who’s not in the picture that has been my daughter’s friend literally since birth. Even though they’ve changed and grown apart a bit, she still knows more about my daughter than just about anyone else. She knows when it’s OK to push and tease and when she should back off. She knows my daughters favorite things and her fears.

You see, I don’t really care if my daughter ever plays another soccer game. I’m not really concerned about what she’s going to do with her life when she grows up. All those things will take care of themselves in time.

What I am concerned about is that my daughter grows in her relationship with God and that she is surrounded by people who love her and are pursuing that same relationship. Because those are the lessons that are going to stick with her for the rest of her life. Those relationships she forms today — the ones that are based on a mutual love and passion for the things of God — are teaching her how to forge those relationships with others in the future.

And if there’s one thing I want for my kids, it’s that they are learning now how to create meaningful relationships in the future. I want them to have friendships that go beyond the surface and dive into the things that are important. Because grades and sports and plans for the future are important, but having a relationship with God and great friends to support you in that relationship are the most important.

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When They’re Not Little Anymore


My older daughter goes to the 8th grade dance tonight, that all-American rite of passage where the girls stand on one side of the gym and the boys stand on the other.

It doesn’t really bother me that she’s going to the dance. I’m not really concerned about the whole boy-girl thing at this point. She’s growing into an amazing, mature young lady who, so far, has shown an incredible ability to make wise decisions.

But I am in a bit of shock that my girls aren’t little any more. Somehow they grew to be 11 and 13 while I blinked. As I ponder the fact that there are no little girls in my house any more, that there are no more days of tea party and dress-up, I find myself wondering how to parent these not so little girls.

As they get older, kids need a different kind of parenting. Oh, they still need rules and boundaries and love and laughter. They just need it in a different form.

Gone are the days of simply telling my kids how everything is going to be — from what they wear to what they eat to what we’re going to do today. Gone are the days of entertaining them with a paper towel roll and a box.

Despite the fact that my girls aren’t little any more, they still need parents. They just need us to parent a little differently. So, here’s what I’m learning about parenting my kids who aren’t little any more:

They need us to listen. More than anything else, our not-so-little kids need us to have open ears. They need us to really hear their hearts and their thoughts. They are forming their own opinions and processing through all the changes that go with growing up, and they need someone to talk to. If we aren’t listening they’ll find someone else.

They need us to offer advice. The older our kids get, the less they need us to tell them what to do, and the more they need us to offer them some advice. Then they can make their own decisions. Here’s the thing about offering advice, though. Sometimes our kid will choose not to take it. They’ll choose a different road than we will, which leads us to the next thing they need from us.

They need us to let them make mistakes. One of the best teachers in life is experience, and sometimes those experiences aren’t necessarily good ones. Our kids need to make mistakes. They need to suffer the consequences for poor decisions. They need to learn how to fix a mistake. If we are constantly fixing their mistakes for them, then they never learn this important skill.

They need us to set boundaries. While our older kids are asking for more independence, they still need that independence within boundaries. They need to know where the lines are that they can operate within. Believe it or not, when you set boundaries for your kids, they know it means you love them.

They need us to pray for them. Our kids are dealing with all sorts of changes as they get older. They’re learning to navigate friendships and other relationships. They’re learning who they are and who they want to be. And they need us to pray for them. Prayer is a powerful tool in our parenting arsenal. We should use it often.

If your kids aren’t little any more, it takes a different kind of parenting to raise them. But one thing is true, they still need you.

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Game-Day Verses

Game Day Verses

My older daughter hurt her ankle playing soccer back in October. When I took her to the doctor, the doctor said “Wow, her foot is really bruised.” My daughter answered, “No, that’s Sharpie.”

You’re probably wondering why my daughter’s foot was covered in Sharpie. It’s because every game day, she writes on it. She chooses a Bible verse and writes it on her foot in Sharpie. It’s her game day verse.

In talking with other parents of kids who play sports, I’ve discovered that it can be hard to keep our kids focused on being a light to the world — even on the soccer field, the ice rink, or the basketball court. The language and behavior of other kids can make it hard for our kids to want to act the way they know they should because everyone else is acting differently.

My daughter finds that a game-day verse helps keep her heart where it should be. That doesn’t mean that she’s any less aggressive on the field. It doesn’t mean that she tries any less hard. It simply means that it helps her remember that even when she’s on the soccer field, she’s a still a child of God.

I love the game-day verse idea because it make God’s word tangible and useful. I love that my daughter came up with it herself. And I love that it’s an important part of her game-day ritual.

I know how hard it is as parents to help our sports-obsessed kids excel at their sports and keep their focus on Jesus. This idea ties the two things together in an easy way.

So, today, I want to share with you some of my daughter’s favorite game-day verses. Your child doesn’t have to write the verse on his foot. It may be that he simply places it somewhere that he sees it before the game. Whatever works for your child.

These are eight of my daughter’s favorite verses:

I can do all this through him who gives me strength. Philippians 4:13

Though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand. Psalm 37:24

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. 1 Corinthians 9:24

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Hebrews 12:1

But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31

Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” Matthew 19:26

 “‘If you can’?” said Jesus. “Everything is possible for one who believes.” Mark 9:23

For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come. 1 Timothy 4:8

To help you out, I’ve created printable game-day verse cards that you can download and print out yourself. There are five different designs to choose from: soccer, hockey, basketball, baseball and plain. Just click on one of the pictures below to get your printable file and start your own game-day tradition.

baseball  Basketball  Hockey  SoccerPlain


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