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**A Champion's Heart**


The koppies surrounding Akasia, Pretoria, stand as silent sentinels, their weathered faces etched with the stories of centuries past. From my vantage point, perched on the stoep of my house, I gaze upon the sprawling city, a concrete jungle teeming with a vibrant, chaotic energy. The sun beats down, a harsh yet life-giving force, illuminating the stark contrasts that define Pretoria: the opulent mansions nestled beside impoverished townships, the gleaming skyscrapers rising above the dusty streets. This city, in its complexity, is a microcosm of the cosmic chessboard I’ve come to understand my life to be – a battleground where the forces of light and shadow, hope and despair, constantly clash.

The metaphor of the chess game resonated deeply within me, striking a chord with my innate inclination towards strategic thinking, towards meticulously planned endeavors. For years, I functioned as a master strategist in my own life, meticulously plotting my career trajectory, my personal relationships, my future. I played my own game, convinced of my autonomy, my control. I envisioned a clear path, a straight line leading towards success, achievement, and personal fulfillment. My life was a carefully constructed edifice, built upon the foundations of my own ambition and carefully calculated decisions. I was the architect and the builder, the sole author of my destiny. Or so I believed.

Then, life, in its characteristically unpredictable manner, tossed a devastating curveball. A devastating illness struck my beloved grandmother, a woman whose strength and unwavering faith had been a constant source of inspiration in my life. Watching her battle with the insidious disease, witnessing her gradual decline, shook me to my core. It was a jarring confrontation with my own mortality, a brutal exposure of the utter fragility of the carefully constructed edifice I had built. My meticulously crafted strategy, the life I had so painstakingly planned, suddenly seemed laughably insignificant, reduced to a flimsy structure incapable of withstanding the relentless winds of fate.

It was in the crucible of that experience, amidst the uncertainty and the agonizing helplessness, that the “King of Chaos” – the adversary – revealed himself, not as some mythical, horned demon, but as the insidious voice of doubt, a whispering serpent slithering into the cracks of my carefully constructed world. This voice didn't shout; it insinuated, its whispers insidious and persistent. It questioned the very foundations of my belief, planting seeds of despair, whispering that my carefully built world was meaningless, that my efforts were in vain, that God was either absent or, worse, callously indifferent to my suffering. It was a relentless onslaught, a brutal attack aimed at shattering the very core of my faith, the very essence of my being.

The days that followed were shrouded in a fog of grief and uncertainty. I questioned everything I had ever believed, every conviction I had ever held dear. The comfortable certainty that had once defined my life evaporated, leaving me adrift in a sea of doubt and despair. My meticulously crafted plans lay in ruins, scattered like debris after a violent storm. The meticulously crafted facade of control I had so carefully cultivated crumbled, revealing the raw, vulnerable heart beneath.

But amidst the chaos, a different kind of strategy began to emerge. It wasn't a strategy I had conceived; it was a strategy that found me, a gradual awakening to a deeper truth, a more profound understanding of the game I was playing. I realized, with a painful clarity, that my game, my carefully constructed plan, had been fundamentally flawed from the outset. Its fatal flaw was the exclusion of the true Player, the one who held all the pieces, the one who orchestrated the grand design. It was a humbling realization, a painful, yet ultimately liberating surrender of control.

The surrender wasn't a passive resignation; it was an active embrace of a higher power, a conscious decision to step back and allow God, the ultimate strategist, to take the lead. It was a relinquishing of my meticulously crafted plans, a willingness to trust in a plan far grander and more intricate than anything I could have ever conceived.

Now, I view my life not as a solo performance but as a partnership, a collaboration with a divine strategist who sees the entire board, who understands the intricacies of the game in ways that transcend human comprehension. I am still a pawn, a seemingly insignificant piece on the vast chessboard of existence, but I am a pawn actively participating in a game far grander, far more profound, than I could have ever imagined. The struggles, the setbacks, the unexpected moves – they are not random acts of cruelty, but opportunities for growth, chances to learn the deeper rules of the game, to understand the intricate tapestry of God's plan. They are the tools by which my faith is honed, sharpened, refined.

The setbacks I encountered—the illness of my grandmother, the resulting emotional turmoil, the forced confrontation with my own mortality—these weren't mere obstacles to overcome but rather opportunities for spiritual growth, moments when my faith was tested and strengthened. They were the crucible in which my understanding of God’s love and His unwavering plan for my life was forged.

Even the seemingly insignificant details, the everyday occurrences, began to take on a new significance, revealing the intricate details of God’s plan. The jacarandas in full bloom, their vibrant purple a striking contrast against the Pretoria sky, became symbolic representations of life's transient beauty, reminding me of the ephemeral nature of earthly existence. Their vibrant beauty, their fleeting nature, serve as a poignant reminder that life, like a game of chess, has a beginning and an end, but the true beauty of the game lies in the journey, in the trust we place in the ultimate Player.

The battle, the constant struggle between light and shadow, continues. The "King of Chaos" still lurks, still whispers his insidious doubts, still tries to disrupt my game. But my perspective has shifted; my strategy has changed. I am no longer armed with my own limited abilities, with my own meticulously crafted plans. My weapon now is faith, a deep and abiding trust in the unwavering love and unwavering plan of a God who sees the entire board, who understands the final outcome, and who fights fiercely for His pawns.

This is my story, a story still unfolding, played out against the backdrop of Pretoria's beautiful and brutal realities. It is a story of surrender, of trust, of a gradual understanding of a game far larger than myself. And it is a story I am choosing to play with a Champion's Heart, a heart strengthened by the lessons learned, a heart guided by faith, and a heart filled with the unwavering love of a God who plays a far greater game than I ever could have conceived. The koppies remain silent witnesses, but the jacarandas bloom, a testament to the enduring beauty that can be found even in the midst of life’s greatest struggles. The game continues, and I am playing with unwavering faith.

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