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Pom Scraps

Pom Scraps

My story as a former NFL cheerleader
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There are a pair of tiny gold pompoms tied with a blue ribbon in my four-year-old daughter's dress-up bin. Late each night after practicing on the turf at our professional facility, the other cheerleaders and I would scour the yard lines for pieces of tiny gold scraps of plastic that may have escaped so we could leave a clean field for the team to play on. I would then wander back through the weight room, jump in my dented up '99 SUV, and head back home to my family. As the only mom on the team, I earned the affectionate nickname "Mama." It was only fitting that a friend bundled up a bunch of pom scraps and made a custom pair for my daughter.

Often times when someone at church finds out I was a NFL cheerleader, I get an awkward grimace usually followed by a nice, "Oh, cool."

For good reason.

Last November, when I took my baby with me to go vote at the neighborhood polling place, my cheeks flushed red-hot as I looked up and saw my swimsuit spread splayed on the back wall of Joe-next-door's garage. When my oldest daughter sees the scantily-clad women high-kicking in their boots on TV during Sunday's football game, she shouts, "Look, Mommy! It's you!" Though the world tells me I should celebrate being one of 28 women chosen out of over 400 auditioning to dance for the professional team, a root of shame had begun to take hold of my spirit. I wish that I could say, "and then I had a Paul moment, found Jesus, and he turned my life around," but in my case, it was quite the opposite. I already had Jesus.

Amy and daughter KiaraImage: Amy Barnes

Amy and daughter Kiara

After having my first baby, I became so focused on doing something "for myself" that I hushed away the Holy Spirit's conviction and the catcalls and basked in my 15 minutes of fame. And it was fun. Watching my favorite football players just feet away from me? Surreal. Making kids with cancer smile? Heart-wrenching. But when the stadium lights went dark and I wiped off my red lipstick for the last time, all that was left were pictures of me in nothing more than big hair, a bathing suit and go-go boots.

Left with the dissatisfaction of worldly acclaim, the words "hottest dance team in the NFL" started to taste like ash on my tongue. An unrest at the one-foot-in and one-foot-out Christian life I was living began to agitate my soul. Fed up, I poured myself into Scripture, searching again for the One I knew could give me my purpose back. I needed him to be my center again, the lynchpin that could bring all of the spokes of my life back into focus. Night after night I laid in bed agonizing over my flesh, begging Jesus to squeeze out every last drop of the "me" that so loved to be the center of attention. Over and over again I felt him draw a bath of grace for me, reminding me of his love and faithfulness, even when I was unloving and unfaithful. Second Corinthians 3:18 (ESV) says, "And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another." As I pressed in and simply beheld his glory through his word, he graciously began to transform me.

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Katie McGinty

September 09, 2013  2:28pm

Beautiful Amy! I am so thankful to be able to serve along side of you as players on the same team. :)

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Deb52

September 09, 2013  11:11am

Great article, thanks for sharing! Christian men don't seem to think there's anything "wrong" with ogling cheerleaders at sporting events (at least not until they see their daughters trying out for poms!)

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PATRICIA L Vasquez

September 06, 2013  10:02pm

I love the word picture, "drawing a bath of grace."

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