Beverly B. Media and Communications

It’s Not How You Start, It’s How You Finish


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Written By: Beverly B. Media and Communications LLC.

I am a woman who loves football.   I enjoy the action, the strategy, and the shear aggressiveness of it all.  I do not pretend to know all the intricacies of the game but I know enough to fully enjoy it without be annoying.  This past weekend’s wild card game was very exciting, three of the four matchups came down to the last few seconds in the game. One thing I noticed was that the team that led in the first half of the game some by significant numbers—Colts vs. the Chiefs—was not the team that won at the end.  That got me to thinking about my year in 2013.

For more than a brief moment I gave up.  I gave up on my dreams, my purpose, and on myself.  I got so caught up in my struggles I let go of what is promised to me  II Cor. 1:20.  What I went through is not important because if I share some would just use it as a measuring stick to gauge their own problems and deem it too little or too much compared to their own.  I share not to be measured against someone else’s but as one to encourage others who have fallen and can’t get up.

In the day of Facebook and Instagram we are bombarded by images of various forms of success by friends and love ones, but I commend those that are also able to share their ugliness and failures.  No, I do not take pleasure in anyone’s fall I am inspired by their rise.

I look at those wild card teams that came from behind to win.  Fumbles happened, interceptions occurred, and sacks took place but they came to play.  Even though the clock was winding down, time was not finished, if  but seconds left they still had time to win.  It may seem as though time is running out, you’ve been sacked more times than you would have liked, and you’ve fumbled the ball but as long as there is time on the clock the game is not over.  Don’t let the mistakes of your first half keep you from succeeding in your second half.  As quietly as it is kept, even if you don’t win the game, God willing, there will be another Super Bowl.  You may have lost this one but if you are reading this post there is still time on the clock.

I am reminded of the poem by Langston Hughes, Mother to Son.  Life may not be a crystal stair but you must keep climbing.

Mother to Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you:

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

It’s had tacks in it,

And splinters, And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor—

Bare.

But all the time

I’se been a-climbin’ on,

And reachin’ landin’s,

And turnin’ corners,

And sometimes goin’ in the dark

Where there ain’t been no light.

So, boy, don’t you turn back.

Don’t you set down on the steps.

‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.

Don’t you fall now—

For I’se still goin’, honey,

I’se still climbin’,

And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

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