How are you at reading eyes? I am pretty good at reading when people have been crying, sleeping, even doing drugs. But other than those remotely obvious things I am trying to learn how to look for the “eye of the tiger”. Being that we have a new (old) Rambo coming out I am reminded of the Rocky glory days and by now you are all singing the song…dun, dun-dunt, dun, dun-dunt, duunnnn… I’ll go ahead and apologize for that being in your head for the rest of the day.

As I looked in the mirror this morning at my blood shot eyes all that came to mind was I really need to lay off the drugs. Just kidding, it could be described in one word, “tired”. God asked me to look again at what I saw in those eyes. You know there have been times throughout this process of planting a church in Weston where I have considered quitting and to be honest yesterday was one of those moments.

The details aren’t important because a self induced pity party isn’t the moral of this blog. As my wife and I talked I told her that even if I wanted to quit I didn’t know how. She assumed I was talking about how we would handle the trailer, the lease, the insurance, the bank accounts, where we would go to church, my secular job, would we stay here or go back to Orlando, etc. Could we believe with confidence that quitting was of God or would we find ourselves wandering in the desert after being in our promised land. I said no it isn’t all that, I don’t know how to quit.

I was trying to think of things in my life that I have quit. I am sure that there has been something but I honestly could not think of it. I quit my last job to come here but only after working there for 12 years. I feel comfortable in saying that I had completed that season of life and the same holds true for the Domino’s pizza job before that which I had for almost 3 years.

I remembered playing high school football. At 5’8” and 175 lbs I was undersized for pretty much every position on the field but it was lack of fear, lack of intelligence, and lack of quit (and a lack of bigger, more talented players) that made me a varsity starter from half way through my sophomore year through graduation. I always played with reckless abandoned. Not playing to my physical level but playing bigger, faster and stronger than that.

So as I looked in the mirror God reminded me of all the times I heard “you can’t”, “you won’t”, “you shouldn’t” in life. He than reminded me of the “you did anyways”. Even though He didn’t sing the song, He reminded of the importance of having the eye of the tiger. We have to see the victory in the war through the losses in the battles. So the moral of the story is “my quitter is broken and I don’t intend to get it fixed any time soon”.