The Moment I Realized I Was Meant to Coach Women
“The Moment I Realized I Was Meant to Coach Women” Some callings arrive with fireworks. Mine didn’t. Mine came softly — through a long line of women who carried light long before I knew how to see it. Before I ever knew the word “coach,” God planted my calling in the story of a woman who loved my mom. My mom grew up in a children’s home. One faithful woman stepped in, invested in her, and changed her life. Because someone poured into her, I grew up with a mother who loved fiercely and faithfully. That is where my calling quietly began — in the ripple effect of someone else’s obedience. By the time I reached college, I was spiritually empty and emotionally numb. Raised in Boulder — beautiful, intellectual, skeptical Boulder — I had been shaped by a worldview that dismissed faith entirely. My dad openly mocked Christianity. I learned early to hide my emotions, to cope by numbing, to survive by blending in. But underneath all that avoiding and performing, I was l...