When I was in upper elementary and middle school, I played on the basketball team. Not because I was good at it, but because all my friends played. On scrimmage day though, the coach would divide all the guys up to play against each other, and he would say we were going to play shirts versus skins. I was chunky in school and mortified at the thought of having to take my shirt off in front of all my friends and play basketball. Every single week, the coach would put us through this whole process of separating us out, and my heart would pound out of my chest just praying I would not get put on the skins team. However, low and behold God heard my prayers. Not once did I ever get put on the skins team. As I grew older, I figured out that it wasn’t necessarily that God heard my prayers, it was more our coach put all the chubby boys on the shirts team and only had the more fit guys play on skins. I am still forever grateful for coach separating us fat boys out from the skinny guys. Isn’t i...