Basketball

When I was a teen, I was scouted by our school’s basketball coach to play for the team. I chose not to because of driving distance from my house, but the fact that it happened always stayed with me. Why? Because in elementary school, when they first taught us basketball, it broke me. I was terrible. (When I think on it, getting a grade for PE should not have happened. Because for every sport someone is good at, there are three or four they can’t do at all.) My dad was the difference. I came home in tears after our teacher had told me off for being so bad at dribbling and shooting. So, He bought me a pink ‘girl power’ basketball, and we went to the outdoor court at the high school until he taught me properly how to play the game. Then I learned to enjoy it. It’s not about how many times the ball hits the rim. It’s about keeping going until ever shot is nothing but net.        God is like that. We have things in our lives that scare and overwhelm us, we try, and we fail again and again until we break down. Then we go to Jesus. (We really should go to Him before the breakdown, but we almost never do.) We tell Jesus our troubles and we cry, then He lifts us up and says, “Let’s try again. Together this time.” Because of that, we are able to go forward and learn what we did wrong the first time. He shows us how to do things. It’s amazing when He opens our minds to understanding. He will teach us, we just have to ask Him.