As we moved I reminded myself of how God had taken care of us when I thought all was lost. Maybe this was like a bird’s life—moving from one tree to the next and always singing their song no matter where they were perched.

Whose boys are those with the holes in their pants?"

I cringed. How would my grandpa answer such an embarrassing question?

"Those are my daughter's children, my grandchildren," Grandpa spoke as if he'd just been asked who had won first place in a foot race or just been baptized into the church.

"Those pants are very well ironed," the stranger said.

Both teams just laid it on the line. It was a nice clean game. No late hits, no cheap hits. It was the kind of high school game that I like to be a part of.

That's a play that I've had for years, and we were fortunate to use that tonight, and it worked. They had been biting hard and coming up on the toss-sweep all night, and we thought that would be a spot to run that play.

It sure seemed like the game counted for something. Both teams wanted to win. I know that they didn't come here to lose and we didn't want to lose. I knew it was going to be a good hard-fought football game.

I'm not trying to take anything away from film acting, because it's also really hard, and I worship the people who are great at it. But to actually have to go out on stage night after night and do it with your audience right there is so wild and scary and exciting and fun and all the things that I remember loving about it.