Plans Are For Chumps

Yesterday (Friday) was my almost 15-year-old son’s first high school football game.  His team was playing an ‘away’ game roughly 250 miles from where we live.  (The price we pay for living in a ‘homeschool unfriendly’ community – driving our kids for opportunities.)  And even though he’s been telling me for a couple weeks it was extremely unlikely that as a Sophomore he would see any play time, I was excited about going and watching him and cheering for his team. Continue Reading