Coach Brooks loved to tell me I was lazy. Never mind I was always the first to practice, always in the weight room and a student to game film. He knew I had a high standard for myself. He knew I wanted to be more than good enough. So when he caught even a whiff of delay in my effort he would erupt in my face in front of everyone.
Coach V was a master of psychology. One time I had a stinger in my shoulder at practice, the result of a very hard hit. It took me a minute to get up but it was standard for the drill. He pulled me aside and asked if I need to go to the showers early. “No shame in being hurt. No shame in taking care of yourself. I am sure everyone would understand. You run on in now and ice that shoulder down.” I jumped to the front of the line in hopes of crushing whoever was next.
I needed a good coach. And so do you. A good coach can call you out when you are settling for less than your best. A good coach can confront you when you drift. A good coach knows how to motivate you, saying just the right word. A good coach never aims to beat you down but to lift you up, even if it takes unorthodox methods.
This is what I love about the Lord. He knows just what to say to motivate me, inspire me and get the best out of me. He knows that no two people are the same. He knows what capacity lies within each one of us. And, if we will listen, he knows how to get it out of us.
Everyone needs a coach. Who is yours?