Drama on the Kickball Field

I beat Ryan last night in scrabble for the second time in a row since we bought the game on Monday night. Ryan and I like to play games (I hope you don't mind me telling people that babe). But I am usually the one that convinces him to play and then he usually beats me.
I have always been a pretty competitive person, growing up playing a sport typically makes you that way. But I don't consider myself over the top.

Since we have been in off-season I have let my tennis players play kickball a couple of times. I can barely stand to watch. They get sooo dramatic. One boy today actually almost started crying because his team was losing and he usually wins. He was being really mean to this girl because she wasn't very good. Sometimes I wish that I could record the things they say and then play it back to them in ten years. How embarrasing would that be? I would hate to hear the things that I said when I was in middle school or even high school.

But that's what it comes down to doesn't it? Someday we are going to have our entire lives played back to us. Not just what we said in middle school but what we said and did the whole time we were alive. Will it be everything? Or will He just highlight the big things? Will I see all the times when undoubtedly I talked back to my teachers or my parents? Will I see everytime that I didn't include someone because they weren't cool enough or funny enough or cute enough? I think that this is when we are supposed to fear God. Just like in the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe when they are talking about Aslan. He is a nice lion but He is not tame.