Another chapter in our lives unfolds this week. Joshua starts soccer. His team name is “Revolution.”

I sort of wonder if since he’s playing in a church league, if the Revolution will be facing down the “Lions of Judah” or the “Heavenly Host.”

God help us if we run into the “Philistines.”

Anyway, it’s a big deal for him, and maybe a bigger deal for me, because since leukemia invaded our world, I’ve carried with me a sense of concern and worry about the little boy. Sometimes it waxes and wanes, but it’s usually there.

I’m not worried that he’ll get sick or even get hurt. I’m honestly more worried about his interaction with the other kids. 

Joshua spent almost the whole 2nd year of his life in bed. And for that reason, he’s a little slower than other 4 year olds. His run isn’t quite as smooth. And we all know how understanding kids can be about that stuff.

In the end, though, I know that I would do him a disservice by trying to keep him at home. He needs to be out there. He needs to try. And maybe even he needs to struggle through it. I guess it’s part of growing up.

I wonder if God ever feels the same way…