A Home School Assignment

Soccer great Edison Pele celebrated his birthday on this date.

Describe your life a soccer ball.

MY STRY

Have you ever thought of what it would be like to be a soccer ball? I have, I think about it a lot. That’s because I am a soccer ball. One usually has time to think about what its like to be its self a lot. 

Yes, a soccer ball. How do I describe me to you?

Well, first, I’m always two colours, black and white. And that can get bring, very boring. Especially for a girl. Girls are very interesting, their full of energy, talented, bright, great to be around and great at doing nearly everything, they don’t deserve just two plain colours, black and white. White and blue, yes.  Black and red, yes.  But black and white, no.  (sigh.)

Also, I get pushed around a lot. Pushed, kicked and shoved.  Its .K. sometimes, I get a cool view when I get pushed up high. But that doesn’t last long, and then I get kicked around some more. They should put something soft on those shoes of theirs; quite often I think that the black spots on me are actually bruises.  But I never know.

 At least they have a net. But I would’ve thought that they would make it a little bit more like an air bag for me. Well, I guess the net is better than nothing.

And the way I go around and around in circles is not very pleasant at all!  I really don’t like it, they don’t even give me a wash after the game, or lift me up on their shoulders like what they do with those un-thoughtful humans.

And when ever I’m a kids soccer ball, they treat me as if I’m un-important, un-necessary and I feel like I’ve made the parents waste their money when they bought me for Christmas last year.

(Sigh) I wish I were a cricket ball…

Waaaaahhhhpitttinginininggggg!!!!!!!!!!!! Wham-doolingoooooo-fffffipp!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday I made an appointment with the Elf that Ends the Endless Exercise of Entirely not Entertaining Enterprises. The elf that changes your bad life, (Like being a soccer ball) and gives you a different life, what ever you choose. I wanted to be a cricket ball. And he made me one. My ugly life as a soccer ball has ended!  My new carrier of cricket lies before me like a straight road. Luxury,  divine pleasure, I love cricket. Life is worth living, but as a cricket ball!!!

The view is amazing! Whenever they throw me up into the air, besides having an extremely numb behind,  I can feel the air tussling over my beautiful, sleek, shiny, round sides. I fly over everything, I am not scared. I soon forget about my pins and needles in my backside, as I remember the life as a cricket ball.

But it has it’s downside too, sometimes I get hit in the face, that hurts worse than my rear. I can get stepped on, battered, I can roll of the shelf they put me on, even though its not my fault, and once I got hit over the crowd, over the car park, and landed in the park. I don’t like how I’m being treated now, it’s no better than a soccer ball. But at least I get polished.

And when I’m a kids cricket ball, they let me get tattered, dirty, cobwebby and musty!    I feel just like I did when I was a soccer ball, and I don’t like it.

The straight road I thought I saw now shows me that it fooled me, it’s not luxurious, divinely pleasant, it was a mirage!  The road looks like a snake curled up, all twisted and turny.

 I wish I were a tennis ball….

Waaaaahhhhpitttinginininggggg!!!!!!!!!!!! Wham-doolingoooooo-fffffipp!!!!!!!!!]

I went to the Elf that Ends the Endless Exercise of Entirely not Entertaining Enterprises again today, and he made me into a tennis ball.

It’s not too bad. The rackets aren’t to hard on me, neither are the people, they put me in a basket, with lots of other friendly tennis balls.  Smiles. Not to bad.

But when I’m not being used by TV tennis stars or professionals I feel unwanted, I don’t want to be used by little kids, or teenagers either. I want to be someone big and important and useful.

I was on my way to the Elf that Ends the Endless Exercise of Entirely not Entertaining Enterprises when I stopped at a cafe. One of the guys there told me something. He said; "Jeremiah 29:11, mate. you know what that says? it says 'I know the plans I have for you…I want you to enjoy success. I do not plan to harm you. I will give you hope for the years to come.'”

But if I want to be useful….I was useful before! That’s it! I was a blessing to others wasn’t I? I didn’t like it, but I bet the Ball maker had a purpose for me when he made me. He knew that I would make people smile. The little kids last Christmas, they were happy weren’t they? They used me a lot; they enjoyed me, that actually feels good!    I am useful! I am important!  I was made by a maker! That maker was proud with me! I remember he said that I was a mighty good-looking ball, the other workers agreed, didn’t they? He knew my future before I was finished! HE HAS A PLAN FR ME!! I have a future!! I am lved!!!!!!

I want to go back to being a soccer ball…

         THE END!

The Moral.

God has given us a purpose even if we don’t know what it is. We just need to walk along the road He has put us on. The road will give you hard and good times, happy and sad, tough and easy. All this, even if we don’t see it, is strengthening us for what lies ahead. We should be happy with the road God has given us and not try to change it, like what the soccer ball did when he tried to be a cricket ball or when the cricket ball wanted to be a tennis ball.

Every cloud has a silver lining. Just remember Jeremiah 29:11 and the story and what happened in He has a plan for me!

....CodeRed Jack....