It’s almost spring time. How I love spring time. As February approaches, I am reminded of countless efforts put into running. February is always the start of a new season. Countless days of working hard into workouts all for the rush of being able to line up on the line, to have my heart flutter till a gun is sounded and then I am off to race across a glorious track. It’s almost track season and it is by far my most favorite time of the year. I can still smell the beautiful smell of the track or a fresh pair of new Nike spikes. Even the gross smell of salt from runs that have taken too long. Time after time, I am reminded of what makes me who I am. Every morning, here in Arlington, I see people out running. Every morning, I am reminded of my passion of life. How I yearn to have that ability. How I just want the chance to do it all over again. To get the opportunity to have it all back. However, every morning I am reminded that those days are gone. That I won’t get to compete again. I am reminded of how it all came to a stop in the blink of an eye. January reminds me of how two years ago I sat in a doctors office being told that I would never get the chance to run the way I wanted to anymore. How I would have to learn how to adjust to a new life style. There are days where I don’t feel that my body is really mine. There are days where I just want to get to a new one. Where I am sick and tired of waking up in pain. I just want it all to stop. I want to still have my active life back and not be afraid to run around for a long period of times. Those days are tough but then I am spiritually confirmed of reasons why I am given this trial. My spirit taps my soul to tell me of spiritual strength I have been given. I am reminded that our Father in Heaven will never gives us a trial that is too hard to bare. Those spiritual confirmations help give me the strength to press on. They give me the strength to laugh through the hard times. My spirit helps to look at spring time with much anticipation that this next season will be alright. Each morning that I wake up that I don’t feel that I can do it no longer, I am given strength through Jesus Christ. This atonement is one that I am contently having to draw strength to continue on. To help me put my head up high and place a smile on my face.
“The Lord gives us ways to help remember Him and His sustaining powers. One way is through that common lot we all share–adversity (see Alma 32:6). As I look back at the trials I have faced, it is clear that they have resulted in my growth, understanding, and empathy. They have drawn me closer to my Heavenly Father and His Son with experiences and refining engraved into my heart.”(Drawing Closer to God, Elder Terence M. Vinson)