One day, someone will stand behind a podium at a fancy ceremony and try to put Stephanie Soares’ remarkable career at The Master’s University into perspective.
The speaker will highlight Soares’ otherworldly physical gifts. Her 6-foot-6 frame. Her long arms. Her enviable hand-eye coordination.
They’ll talk about how she could have played basketball at UCLA, UConn or Texas. They’ll remark that she broke a TMU record with 10 blocks in her first game. They’ll do their best to describe what it was like watching Soares record 35 points and 22 rebounds in a conference tournament championship game.
Still, such a speech would miss the mark. Absent would be one of the most important moments of Soares’ time at TMU, one that took place in an empty gymnasium on an otherwise forgettable September night in 2020. That night, Soares sat on a cold gym floor, sobbing and telling anyone who’d listen that she was sorry. So, so terribly sorry.
That night, Soares tore two ligaments in her left knee, injuries that sidelined her for an entire season. In His infinite wisdom, God used that time to rehab more than her body.
He reminded her of what it means to play basketball as an act of worship. And He reminded her that He, not Soares, controls the future.
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