Getting yelled at for silly mistakes is one thing, but watching him look at me and shake his head was the saddest feeling. I felt pretty lousy not playing well today. I took the long way home and spent some time with God. Its funny how i'm 15 year old shorter than karchian, not your model- figure, small eyes, blur,  just trying to get an a in maths, sitting for the olevels, not all that outstanding in whatever, messing up hockey sometimes, And Yet God You chose to be on the side of me.   I guess God doesn't give us rich learning experiences without something in them for us to overcome. He doesn't give me rubbish before checking if i can deal with it, and He promised to guide me throughout the entire race, especially the times i'm huffing and puffing i want so badly to stop. I messed up today, but i'm not going to keep feeling sick to my stomach about it. I know i can do so much better than today, so much more than what i'm doing now.