We run (she runs more than "we" run) at a local old middle school.
While running I noticed a young man at the basketball courts.
He was sitting on a bench, head down, ball in hand...by himself.
I continued running.
He got up and started shooting around.
I felt God really calling me to him.
So I went over and asked if he was just shooting around or if he wanted to play.
So we played a little 1-on-1.
We talked, well I talked--He just kind of answered my more than likely annoying questions.
But for some reason God wanted me to do more than just play basketball.
LAST NIGHT I DISOBEYED GOD.
I talked to him, we shot around, I said see you later, and I left.
I knew in the back of my mind God wanted me to do more. Pray with him. Invite him to church. Something.
But I didn't.
God gave me the ability to play basketball for a reason.