“What’d you do that for? Because you wanted him to lose?”
My husband recalled the conversation he had with the scout master just minutes earlier as we sat in the fellowship hall, waiting for our son’s turn to race his pinewood derby car. Those words were directed at my husband after he’d explained that we let our six-year-old do the majority of the work.
I was seething. I wanted to march over to the leader and give him a piece of my mind. However, as I watched the joy on my son’s face when his car raced down the track, my anger dissipated.
He saw what so many others in the audience didn’t: the joy in the journey. He followed the rules of the game, and put hard work into making his vehicle just the way he wanted. Now he was reaping the benefits of his dedication.
Win or lose, he was proud of what he’d accomplished. His excitement filled the room.
As we conversed with others at the race, we became aware that several placed their hope simply in winning. It was in the end result. And isn’t that the same pattern so many of us fall into?
We see that goal in our mind’s eye, and we put all of our hope and faith into achieving it.
Will you continue reading with me? Today I’m sharing what I learned about hope over at Kelly Balarie and Friends. You can read the rest of my post here.