At Tennis camp, as a child, I said I cannot do it- Serving into the sun is impossible!

I was so frustrated and Brother was so patient with me. He came from his usual "perch", (Running drills and such)and came to my side of the net to instruct me and give a personal demonstration of how to serve at 1 o'clock. I was shivering at such personal attention to me in my frustration. Brother was usually untouched by the "feelings of our feminine frustrations". He actually came to the service line and showed me how to do it. I will make him proud, I determined, because of this personal care that he showed to me. This morning I remember how many aces I hit because of the care of this man who showed me the correct toss. I am spastic throwing, as a rule. The toss was the worst part of my game. When the sun was at twelve oclock, I would just want to quit the game rather than try to serve on the sunglared side of the court. "Brother" made this, no longer a frustration. The sun is at twelve oclock serve at 1 oclock- he meant toss the ball a little lower than the sunglare and hit the sun, or perceive that you are hitting the sun. Blinding, at first, it is a lesson in dealing with perceived obstacles. I remember this, because I have children reared in the full sunglare of the presence of God in the home and this can be just as frustrating as serving on the sunny side of the court. Their father is such a wholesome individual and they are always judging this side and that side. I cannot get them to think outside of themselves. I take the ball from "Brother" I serve at 1 oclock and sometimes this gets their attention that they cannot be the end all and be all of the matter. Only God is God. Look at it from someone else's perspective is the lesson. For me it is try to climb over the obstacles and try to serve into the sun, as frustrating as this may be.