If you have watched the Seattle Seahawks play then you know that even if they are down at half time, they can come back and win the game with only minutes, perhaps even only seconds to spare. Even when the odds are not in their favor, when a win looks virtually impossible, they come from behind and shock the nation. I must shamefully admit that this past Sunday I watched the championship game and found myself doubting my own team and stating that I didn’t know if I could watch much more. I sat on the couch and opened a book determined not to watch what I perceived to be a most painful loss headed our way. As the game continued I lost focus on the words in my book, losing all concentration, with a now closed book in hand, on the edge of my seat, staring in complete and total amazement at the television. Were they really going to do it? Could they possibly win this game? Had I allowed my own self-doubt to spill over into a football game, predetermining that all hope was lost?
This particular game struck a cord with me. An ah ha moment that I so desperately needed. My own personal fight for a win didn’t have to be over, there was plenty of time left to score. While I will admit that I am certainly down several points, and if anyone is looking from the outside they may be thinking that a win is impossible, however, I have conviction that I am capable of beating the odds.
This curvy 12th man will not lose faith again. Half time is over and I have possession.