I joined our school's frisbee team. It was a lot of fun. For a first timer, joining a team was challenging, but fun. There was a practice every week. It was tough for a not-so-sporty person like me. But I tried my best. At one point, we joined a competition. We were practically the underdogs. But our spirits could not be dampened. Until, we lost every single match. At the middle of our second match (we had three), I just simply couldn't stay enthusiastic anymore. It's very not-me when I do so. I became bitter, like literally I somehow just thought about winning. It's very tempting to think like so when everyone else is cheering and your just patting yourself on the back. See, this is my mistake, my imperfect, not-the-way-to-go reaction. But my coach, my wise coach, suddenly snapped me out of my lowly delusions to keep the spirit of the game. You see, this is one of the reasons I joined frisbee to learn about teamwork and to keep the spirit of the game where you maintain sportsmanship and enthusiasm in your game. It was very difficult to keep a joyful heart throughout the 'battle'. In the end, winning or losing really isn't really what matters after all. We did lose, but we came home together as a team, as a family. And, I'm very glad that my coach reminded me that day. Ever since, I have tried to keep a joyful heart.
It is a sweet reminder from the Almighty.
"Rejoice always."- 1 Thessalonians 5:16
