Since I can remember, I have always romanticized the future. Ate age 7 with pig tails and rosy cheeks I dreamed of the day I would buy my first bra and use the periodical table at lab stations. I’m not 7 anymore, and although I will sometimes rock the pigtail look, I realize nothing has changed. I am always thinking about the future. My future home. My loving husband. Being a soccer mom (minivan not included) Being a virtuous woman in general. I could go on…. (BUT I WONT)
I won’t because that is the point of this post. I need to start focusing on the now, before my life passes me by. It doesn’t help that I have possibly the worst memory ever, but to be wishing my perfectly good days away for joyful ones ahead is CRAZY.
I’m grateful to confidently know myself (now-a-days) if you will. Before I forget, I’ll tell you what I know is true…
With that, I know exactly who I want to be in the future
I will be:
I could go on about the future, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to focus on the “now” before it is “then”.
- I am sometimes terrified of committing. My heart is wild and has no desire of ever being tamed.
- I need the people around me more than I care to admit and usually more than they end up needing me.
- I stumble. and trip. and fall. and crash. a lot.
- I’ve been given the awful talent of running away. I struggle with it every dang day, but have just now chosen to stare that down and stay put when I feel myself shaking.
- my mind cannot wrap around the truth that I am forgiven and worthy of His love. with dirt on my knees, my hair in a mess, my eyes filled with tears, my heart in knots — I am loved. believing this every morning and night, i am able to carry on with joy and warmth in my heart.
Feeling extremely blessed today. So thankful for best friends, backroads, and country music. Seventeen more days until my best friend, Gab leaves for the navy. 17. Dieciséis. Siebzehn. Any way I try to tell myself, I guess it really won’t hit me until she doesn’t come back. Until there won’t be anyone to go running and shoot hoops with. Until my passenger seat is empty and I don’t get discounted Starbucks anymore. 17.
About 4 months ago I got introduced to what would change my life forever. A group of inner city kids, missing jump shots & chugging gatorade after gatorade, I got introduced to M.A.D. HOUSE Ministries.
Much before M.A.D. HOUSE was introduced to me, over thirty years ago to be exact, Jerry and Cindi Steele started an inner city basketball program in downtown Phoenix. Although it initially focused on high school boys who wanted to play ball, M.A.D. (Make A Difference) House Ministries turned into much more.
Today, M.A.D. provides inner city youth with a safe place to experience life outside of what they know, learn about God, play ball and just hang out. Three times a week, every week, M.A.D. House is a place where kids can come play hoop, video games, ping pong, etc.
There is never any pressure, no requirement to believe, just an honest account of what I know to be a loving guardian… something most of them have no concept of.
The promise is simple, you find a way to get here, and we’ll take you all home.
There are rules, of course. If you swear, you do ten push-ups. If you’re disrespectful or you fight, you leave and find your own way home.
Since M.A.D. HOUSE I’ve learned how to freestyle in the front of a beat up van while I drive kids home to the projects. We have to freestyle because Jerry won’t let us listen to any of the popular rap stations. They just can’t do that many push-ups.
Most importantly, M.A.D. often provides kids with college scholarships to private schools around the nation, enables them to go on trips overseas and even houses those who have no where else to go. For some kids, M.A.D. House is home.
The Steele’s have been doing the same, sometimes mundane things day in and day out for over thirty years; investing in the lives of kids who know little of what it’s like to be invested in. All because he knows the love of a God who invested in him.
M.A.D HOUSE has been the biggest blessing in my life & I can’t wait to continue on their legacy they leave here in Phoenix, as they take on a whole new approach in Zimbabwe.
Starting this January, the Steele’s are launching M.A.D. Zimbabwe (MHZ) - providing athletic opportunities and spiritual development to the children of central Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. Working with children in the public school system primarily through basketball. Priorities would include providing the kids with shoes to play in, providing food so they aren’t playing hungry, building proper basketball courts that aren’t dangerous and developing relationships with school administrators so the program will grow.