Life is what happens while you're making other plans.
No matter how much we may wish something to happen, or even try to will things to go our way, sometimes God sends us a little reminder that, believe it or not, we are not in charge. We like to believe that our fate is in our own hands, and although sometimes we do play a role in determining the outcome of our own lives, things don't always turn out the way we would like or the way we might have expected. I was reminded of this fact yesterday when we began looking into getting my season tickets to attend the remaining Mavericks home games. As it turned out, all of the least expensive seat packages had already been sold, and the cheapest remaining tickets available were nearly twice the amount my Dad had originally planned on investing.
As much as I was looking forward to attending the games in person, in no way, shape or form do I want to impose any financial hardships on my parents, who were already going out of their way to help make my dream come true. So I told Dad not to worry about it, that maybe we could just pick out tickets to a few individual games here and there the rest of the season instead; that way, he could go with me and sit beside me, and it would be even more enjoyable.
For now, I'll keep watching the games at home with Trystan (my four-year-old great niece) and grooming her to become the next Mavschick. She can already recognize Dirk anytime he steps on the court and she seems to have a built in calendar that lets her know when the Mavs are playing (or else she pays more attention to the clothes I am wearing than I realized). And on nights when the Mavs are playing at home and Dad is off work, if you look way up in the rafters, you just might find us there, watching the game and enjoying the view from the cheap seats. They may be able to put a price tag on season tickets, but spending time at a game with my Dad is priceless.
No matter how much we may wish something to happen, or even try to will things to go our way, sometimes God sends us a little reminder that, believe it or not, we are not in charge. We like to believe that our fate is in our own hands, and although sometimes we do play a role in determining the outcome of our own lives, things don't always turn out the way we would like or the way we might have expected. I was reminded of this fact yesterday when we began looking into getting my season tickets to attend the remaining Mavericks home games. As it turned out, all of the least expensive seat packages had already been sold, and the cheapest remaining tickets available were nearly twice the amount my Dad had originally planned on investing.
As much as I was looking forward to attending the games in person, in no way, shape or form do I want to impose any financial hardships on my parents, who were already going out of their way to help make my dream come true. So I told Dad not to worry about it, that maybe we could just pick out tickets to a few individual games here and there the rest of the season instead; that way, he could go with me and sit beside me, and it would be even more enjoyable.
For now, I'll keep watching the games at home with Trystan (my four-year-old great niece) and grooming her to become the next Mavschick. She can already recognize Dirk anytime he steps on the court and she seems to have a built in calendar that lets her know when the Mavs are playing (or else she pays more attention to the clothes I am wearing than I realized). And on nights when the Mavs are playing at home and Dad is off work, if you look way up in the rafters, you just might find us there, watching the game and enjoying the view from the cheap seats. They may be able to put a price tag on season tickets, but spending time at a game with my Dad is priceless.
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