I Want the Fighting Spirit

I grew up playing sports in high school and college. Football. Basketball. Baseball. Swim team in the summers. And so on. Sometimes the game did not go the way I wanted. I made mistakes. I missed. I struck out. But through the difficulties and challenges, what formed in me was a desire to fight. To fight hard. Even when it seems impossible. Even when we were behind. Or I failed my team. Or we were against an overwhelming opponent. If sport is a sampling of life, let me fight today, this day. If only this day. Not for glory. Or a ticket. Or a reward. But for the sake of living on, and breathing in fresh air. For discovering that the little things I do add up to something profound which, if I am honest, can be given as a memorial to Jesus. The fighting spirit is forged in struggle. And when it is honed, expands all possibilities in a given day.