On knowing the score.

I got a little bit cross today.
I know.
I was surprised too...

Testosterone Towers is a football house.
There's no escaping it.
Believe me I've tried.

Today,  being Saturday, a match was on the telly.
And that's when it started ;
The shouting
The whining
The helpful advice for the ref.

Football
With its ups and downs
Is part of life in these parts.

But we're not just spectators in this house.
We're players too.
Many a happy Saturday or Sunday has been spent in or around the football pitch.
Come fair weather or foul.

Today I was reminded of the practice of some teams we watched.
After a goal was scored,
For or against,
Someone in the team would shout,
IT'S NIL-NIL!

I'm not going to lie,
It used to really annoy me.
But today I can see the attraction.
Let's put all our efforts into now.
As if the past has never been.
Let's start afresh.
Let's put the past, it's joys and sorrows, where it belongs.

My work?
It's 0-0

Weight loss?
0-0

Relationships?
0-0

Parenting?
0-0

The truth is I have messed up in the past, and will do in the future.
My health is not what I hope for.
My life doesn't fulfil the desires of my heart.
I long for a fresh start most days.

And you know I believe that's possible every day.
Every moment if necessary.

I believe in the faithfulness of God who's compassions are new every morning.
Every hour.
Every minute.

My life?
And maybe yours too?

It's NIL-NIL.

Thank the Lord for that.

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