I woke up this morning thinking my son loves basketball and basketball loves him. At every spare moment in my thoughts I said this statement. I asked that my son be given patience as thinking and speaking positive sometimes takes a while to manifest. When I called him today from the office, I asked him what was his mantra. He said I love basketball and basketball loves me. He then added that I am a good player and the coach does not define me.
I smiled. When he came home this evening from the game I asked him how was the game. He said they lost by 10; however, he played the end of the 3rd and all of the 4th quarter. He then added that he proved that he could do it if he played longer than 5 minutes and he helped to bring the team within the 10 points of the lead. He was pumped. He got his mojo back!!!! I smiled, gave him a kiss, and slowly put up one finger and pointed to his head and said I had no idea that that would happen so fast. He just wanted to play and he did. He felt real good and I was mo' better. He was good because he visioned himself in love with the game that loves him. He drew the basketball to him and that is all I wanted to happen. I want him to know that despite what others may think about you, you have to love you first.
Thanks God. He got it. I did too.
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose
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