When I Didn't Make It

The second time I tried out for cheerleading, I didn't make it. It's a crappy feeling when you're in a room with your peers and the coach reads "the list." As she rattles off the names, you get more and more flushed in the face that she hasn't read yours. Well, for me, at least they read the list at the end of the school day. When I got home, to our driveway, I saw my mom waiting for me in the doorway. I ran to get to her, and cried as she hugged me. That day, there was the heaviest weight of rejection in my backpack. Thankfully my mom was there to help with it. Did you ever not make it? I think rejection in our past is what God uses (thru us) to love the rejected in our present. (BTW - my mom didn't make cheerleading when she was a young girl either).