watched a seventeen year olds dream disappear in front of a billion pairs of
eyes. She had no privacy. No place to
escape from the glaring flashes coming from cameras. I wondered what she was thinking and yet
anyone watching would not have to wonder much, as you could see the agony,
disappointment and anguish that Jordyn Wieber exuded from her tiny, yet
muscular frame. Did anyone else want to
jump through their “telly” and usher her to a place where she could just break
loose into the ugly cry? Did anyone else want to tell her it is okay to yell, “It’s
bloody unfair?” (Do you like my little
shout out’s to the British language?) I wanted her to have a moment alone that
would help alleviate the shock of what some news channels called “failure?”
life to the sport of gymnastics. Not
only did Jordyn sacrifice “normal,” but so did her family. The hundreds of thousands of dollars that had
been spent on her training and left many around the world saying, “For what?” What happens when reality does not meet your
expectations? So Jordyn, this is for
My heart hurt for you as I know you are in pain. You are 17 years old and Abba wrote a song
about you. I’m sure you probably have no
idea who Abba is nor do you know what song I am referring too. When you are finished reading this, go get on
your iTunes and download Dancing Queen
and eat a cookie. You deserve a cookie,
sweet girl. AND after so much intense
practice, you should get to dance to Abba and be 17 years old. Reality is that you want to be 17 and an
all-around gold medalist. I have no
answers for you as to why it didn’t happen.
In a “fair” world, it would have, but you and me…..well, we do not live
in a “fair” world. Which leaves you
trying to scramble, put on a brave face, and still compete in the midst of your
you, “What do you think God is up to here?”
You might want to toss your chips in my face, and that would be
okay. I have no idea if you have a
relationship with Jesus or if you are angry with Him or if you even believe in
God. However, just for a minute, would
you consider what could be going on in your inner world?? Could your
disappointment be an invitation to something greater than a gold medal? Reality did not meet expectation. So where do
you go from here? A lot of people will
want you to be okay right away. They
will want you to be okay so they can feel okay.
Girl, just ignore that. Feel the
freedom to grieve over your disappointment.
Also, many will try and give you lots of platitudes and cliches’….they
so want to help, but again, you might want to punch them in the schnoz. Are people already pressuring you for a
decision about 2016? Give yourself some
time. Ask yourself if there are other
dreams deep down in that 17 year old heart of yours that are screaming for some
space to be explored and developed.
Maybe your dream is Rio, but for now, let your mask drop. Go there with the Lord. You will find him in the disappointment. He certainly knows about disappointment and loss
and grief. He can handle yours. He can give you direction, perspective all
while being able to handle your anger, sadness, and questions. You might be met with silence to some of your
questions, but some things can only be answered in time, and even then, some
things can never be answered this side of Heaven, my friend.
I pray that as you are walking down the street in London tonight, that
Abba begins to play in the background.
Not just the musical group, Abba, but the Father God, Abba. Cheesy, I know, but it is true. Press in and cling, Jordyn. He’s got your back. So know that as the world is watching you
this week that you have at least one fan who is cheering you on to a deeper
journey….without a mask. Go gettem!