To everything there is a season
Today, marks an end of an era for me. It’s not only that I turned 42, but also, today, I am no longer the basketball lady. In late fall of 2019, 5 months into my recovery, I signed my girls up to play Enter His Courts basketball, a Basketball Ministry that had been serving our county for 31 years. Having my own personal love for the game and coaching experience (sending several teams to State In Special Olympics and one athlete to the World games) I, of course, checked the box to coach their teams. A month and half had passed when the phone rang with Olivia’s coach on the other line. While I was excited she would be learning the game from someone with DII experience. Shame became the loudest voice in my head. “Why would they choose you, an addict, to coach.kids in a Christian basketball league?” “You’re just a junkie headed for inevitable relapse.” The voices only grew louder as depression set in. When a week had passed with no word from a coach for Lorelei, hope began to rise