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Be a Champion, Extend Grace


On a recent shopping trip with my daughter to one of our favorite home decorating stores I found myself in the baseball dĆ©cor section snapping photos of all the inspirational thoughts eloquently painted on cheap pressed board. Iā€™m drawn to these kinds of pick-me-up quotes that seem so transformative when I read them but exit my memory when Iā€™m struggling in the pit.

One of the signs said, ā€œNo Excuses. Play Like a Champion.ā€

I immediately wanted this one on my wall.  I really dislike it when people offer excuses instead of completing a task.  We can all come up with excuses on why we are late, canā€™t make an appointment, didnā€™t make it to an event or didnā€™t get the job finished on time. I think I know every excuse because Iā€™ve heard them come out of my mouth at one time or another. This is probably why I have little patience for others who offer their excuses to me.

Two months ago, I was driving down the highway in Ohio, chatting with my passenger and noticed those pretty red and blue lights in my rear-view mirror.  When the no-fluff state trooper came up to my window he simply said he stopped me for speeding, asked me for my documents and a few minutes later delivered my citation and told me where to pay it.  He didnā€™t ask if I knew why he stopped me.  He didnā€™t ask why I was speeding.  He didnā€™t offer to reduce the clocked speed.  I didnā€™t even have a chance to come up with an excuse or work up some tears, he just gave me the ticket and drove on.

I was guilty.  There was no need for an excuse.  I paid my debt and learned my lesson.

While we may not always come out with the championship trophy, if we play like a champion, we wonā€™t need any excuses. When youā€™ve given the endeavor your best shot, that feeling of regret doesnā€™t haunt you near as much as if you knew you could have worked harder.  Thereā€™s nothing quite like those painful pangs of emptiness when you came up short because you didnā€™t play like a champion.

Right across the aisle was an equally appealing sign that said, ā€œLive by grace, not perfection.ā€ This was the sign that ended up on my wall. Mostly because in my quest to accomplish my day to day work, I need to remember to extend grace to others instead of expecting perfection.  While I donā€™t like excuses, there is this reality called life and free will and sometimes it happens without our input or control.

Maybe I need to make my own sign, ā€œBe a Champion- Extend Grace.ā€

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