I keep replaying in my mind the five minute clip of a movie that was played at the end of the sermon today at church.
A coach was on the football field with his high school football team. Apparently, one of his best players was more interested in goofing off instead of getting serious about the game and playing his best.
The players are all sitting on the field and the coach calls out the player. He asks him to stand and then comes face to face with him.
Coach puts the player to a challenge. He tells him he wants him to carry a teammate on his back for as many yards as he thinks he can go. Only he isn’t to carry the teammate in his arms.
Coach wants him to get on his hands and without putting his knees on the ground carry his teammate as many yards as he can go.
“I just want you to do your best”, the coach tells him.
“Do you think your best is 20 yards?”
The boy says he can do 50 yards.
Before they get started, the coach pulls out a blindfold and ties it to the player’s head. The teammate lays on the back of the player and the challenge begins.
Blindfolded, this kid begins his treak down the football field with his teammate on his back and 50 yards as his goal. The yards are never shown on the movie screen.
It’s just the player, the teammate on his back and the coach who follows closely.
Coach crouches down as the player crawls along the field and says, “Just do your best. Just do your best. Keep going!! Just do your best!”
The player’s arms begin to ache, the weight of his teammate bearing down on his back.
But still the coach says, “Just do your best. Keep going!”
The player presses on, but at any moment, you are waiting, expecting him to fall flat on his face.
The coach’s voice now says with a sense of urgency, “Keep going! You are NOT going to give up, are you? Do your best!! Do your best!! What is your best?! Keep going!”
Coach continues along with his player screaming in his face, “DON’T GIVE UP! DO YOUR BEST! DO YOUR BEST!”
All the while as you are watching you are wondering just how far this kid is going to go.
The camera pans back to the teammates, who at the beginning sat in groups on the field chuckling to each other about the whole thing.
The next time the other teammates are shown, some of them are no longer sitting on the field but are standing – with looks of shock and amazement written all over their faces.
The player continues down the field, coach screaming in his face to do his best.
Eventually, the guy colapses. His coach falls to the ground with him and, in a quiet but excited voice he says, “You went to the END ZONE! Your BEST was the END ZONE! You are my most valuable player. If YOU don’t give me your best, they won’t either. Are you going to give me your best, or not?”
At this moment in the movie clip my mind flashed back to six or so months before Little Bug’s birth.
I had on my back the heavy burden of infertility. I was worn out. I wanted to give up. I could not see an end in sight.
But a still small voice kept saying to me, Elaine! DON’T give up now. Are you going to do your best to let this infertility bring glory to my name? Or are you going to wallow away to the depths of despair?
Suddenly, I saw myself on that football field, carrying my burdon and faced with the reality of a choice that had to be made.
Was I going to do my best to allow my infertility to bring glory to God?
As I was crawling down the road of infertility, God was crouched beside me whispering in my ear that if I did my best to give it all to Him, He would use it all for His glory.
He most certainly did – and still is to this very day.