The Rainbow Behind the Trees

I've never really been a basketball fan, but since thewas learning. A God that is good and omnipotent. A
Dallas Mavericks were in the championship series, myloving God who will steer His children safely amid any
Texas pride made me watch. With each agonizingstorm. A God who has given His children the ability to
game (specifically the last four), I remembered why I'mprove evil powerless. A God who sent His son, Christ
not a basketball fan -- the game seems filled withJesus, to teach us how.
unfair foul calls. I know I sound like a sore loser -- and IHer faith-filled outlook gave us hope. And her faith-filled
am. My Texas pride may be acting up again!perspective brought us the vision to see good and to
Still, even though I screamed out my frustrations overfind new opportunities -- even peace of mind, and yes,
what I considered unfair calls, I also yelled for the boysjoy. Her faith-inspired point of view led us to a new
to step up their game. I encouraged them to do ahome in a new city, a career for her and a new life for
better job at making their shots, rebounding and soboth of us.
forth. Even if some foul calls were bogus, I still believedMy memory of those childhood days is not of lack,
they had the ability to win the games.uncertainty or fear. I never even thought of myself as
Now that the series is over, I'm reflecting on how thehomeless or poor.
game of basketball is sometimes like our lives. Or atI suppose I could look at my childhood experience with
least like my life.regret. But those days for me were a great gift -- a
Many times I've felt life was unfair -- like nothing waslesson in how to beat the odds. How to overcome the
going my way. And in those times anger,insurmountable. How to begin anew when all is lost.
disappointment and depression victimized me: Poor me.How to find something good in every moment.
"It wasn't my fault." "I didn't have a choice." "There wasI learned that a different outlook can change the
nothing I could do about the cards I was dealt but tocourse of our lives. We have to take responsibility for
accept them and suffer through it."our thoughts and actions every moment. Mary Baker
Fortunately, my mama taught me a lesson long agoEddy wisely advised, "Your decisions will master you,
that has helped me learn how to pull myself up fromwhichever direction they take." And she encouraged
what feels like life's unfair dealings.again and again to, "Stand porter at the door of
The lesson, or storm of events, began one Septemberthought."
evening when I was ten years old. It wasn't a hurricaneWe can do this because God gives us the ability and
or a tornado. But it was equally devastating and forthe strength to govern our lives in harmony and peace.
me, and just as sudden.After I married, my greatest battle with what I
I was taking my bath, getting ready for bed, when myconsidered the unfairness of life began when our
mama unexpectedly came through the door. Shedaughter was two years old. We were ready to
promptly whisked me out of the tub to make a quickcontinue growing our family. But more children didn't
escape from her bitter and angry ex-husband -- myarrive. Year after year, I struggled with disappointment
dad. He hadn't been able to accept the divorce. Myand depression, as well as anger and frustration. My
mama had been warned by a relative that he was onmantra was, "Why me, Lord?"
his way to our place with violent intentions.I can't say that I overcame my struggle as quickly as I
There was no time to pack, so we left with what littlewish I had. But as I learned in my childhood, it would
could be grabbed in a flash. I was never to see myrequire a new outlook to move my life forward. As it
home or my dad again.turns out, a grateful heart was imperative. My love and
For the months that followed, we were homeless withdesire for children didn't end. And children did come into
little money.my life -- just in a different way than I had expected. I
Many have asked my mama what enabled her tobecame a kindergarten teacher. And not long after
survive those times. I suppose some might call it athat, my teenage niece came to live with us.
"can-do" spirit. Perhaps a positive attitude. Maybe aI've concluded God does answer our prayers -- just
cheerful outlook. Or a "never-give-up" perspective. Mynot always in the way we outline. When I'm certain of
mama could never be brought down -- for long,God's ever-presence, I'm able to respond to whatever
anyway.comes my way, calmly and confidently assured of
I can only explain that it had something to do with herGod's directing.
faith -- her faith in a new concept of God that she