My son's basketball team had a game tonight....and they lost. He is usually always "up", whether they win or lose, with his steadfast grin and goofy persona. But not tonight.
I thought perhaps he was sick, or had taken a blow that I didn't see as I could tell he wasn't himself. But I found out later he felt the loss was his fault as many of his shots missed their mark.
Sometimes life is like that. We miss opportunities, our shots fall short, we don't pass, we let go of the ball. But tomorrow is a new start, a new day, a new game. We hold up our heads, we gather our strength, we begin anew.
Though I knew he still felt badly, I did see the smile again before he went to bed. We forgive, we adjust, we redirect, we move on. The dawn awaits. Her arms are open to a new opportunity....and another shot at it all.