Black Women Have It Going On

Good morning from Colorado, where the peaks are tall and the home team is cheering! Today is Tuesday, May 5th, and my faith is secured in Christ Jesus! Thanks for stopping by my blog as we move from the skatepark to the gridiron.

If you’ve been following along this week, you know my brother Butch was a force of nature on four wheels. But his “stadium-sized” personality really found its home on the football field. It all started in Little League. I can’t recall the team’s name, but I can still see the uniforms: bold blue jerseys with crisp white lettering and matching white pants. He was something to behold on that field, even as a “little person.”

As a family historian, I’ve learned that some of our best “records” aren’t written down—they are the stories our mothers tell with a twinkle in their eye. My mom, Glomae, took immense pride in his football journey. She loved to recount one specific game where Butch delivered a particularly hard-hitting tackle. Caught up in the heat of the moment, she jumped up and screamed for him to “Go get another one!”

Unbeknownst to her, she was standing right next to the mother of the boy who had just been leveled. That mom turned to her and said, “Ma’am, that’s my son.” My mother told me she quickly offered a polite “I’m sorry,” but in her heart, she was secretly hoping Butch would hit him just as hard on the next play! That photo of him in his uniform, sporting that signature big smile, may be lost to time, but the memory of his journey from those blue jerseys to high school stardom is etched in my mind as if it happened yesterday.

The Takeaway for Us

• The Fierce Pride of a Mother: One realizes that a parent’s love often manifests as a protective, competitive fire. That “hit him again” spirit isn’t about malice; it’s about the joy of seeing your child succeed and master their strength.
• Etched in the Mind: While physical photos may disappear, the “mental archives” of a family historian are often the most durable records we have. We carry the colors, the sounds, and the “hard hits” of our loved ones forever.
• The Journey of a Star: Greatness often starts in the smallest uniforms. Watching a sibling grow from Little League to High School glory provides a front-row seat to the development of discipline, grit, and the “infectious” energy of a winner.

Community Challenge

Do you have a “lost” photo that is still perfectly clear in your mind? What was happening in that moment, and why does it stay with you? This week, try to describe that “mental photo” to a family member or friend—keep the image alive through your words.

Scripture & Prayer

• Scripture: “I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling…” — Philippians 3:14 (KJV) (The spirit of the athlete).
• Prayer: Father, we thank You for the seasons of sports and the lessons they teach us about perseverance. We thank You for the mothers who cheered the loudest and the siblings who watched with pride. Thank You for the memories that stay “etched” in our hearts long after the jerseys are put away. Amen.

The Spiritual Seal

Remember: You do not need a physical photograph to prove that a life was beautiful. The “mental archives” of the heart are kept safe by the Creator, and nothing that was truly loved is ever truly lost. Your history is written in the stars and held in His hands. See you tomorrow!