Stay in the Pocket
Prepare to get hit.
I was watching American Underdog—Kurt Warner’s story.
The line I heard over and over?
“Stay in the pocket.”
No matter how loud it gets.
No matter how fast they’re coming at you.
Don’t run. Don’t scramble.
Stay put.
That ain’t just football advice. That’s recovery.
The pocket is where it feels tight, where fear creeps in, and the urge to bolt shows up strong. But it’s also where the play gets made. It’s where you wait on God instead of jumping the gun.
In my recovery, that pocket is:
The quiet time I don’t think I have time for.
The sponsor call I’d rather skip.
The honesty I’d rather avoid.
The prayer I whisper when I feel empty.
I don’t like it. It’s uncomfortable.
But when I scramble, I usually regret it.
When I stay?
Something sacred happens.
So “Just for Today”?
I’m staying in the pocket.
I’ll take the hit if I have to.
I’ll trust the line.
I’ll trust the play.
Because I know this much—
I’m not the one calling the shots anymore.
And thank God for that.
Reflection:
Where do I usually scramble—and what would it look like to stay?
God,
Help me hold steady today.
When fear comes fast, when I want to run—remind me:
You’ve built the pocket.
You’re calling the play.
Help me trust You with what’s next.
Amen.