Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.Isaiah 43:18-19, ESV
So, I write about my creative experiences quite a bit on this blog, but I figured I would take a trip back in time to my days on the track. Cross country to be specific. Yeah, I know.. “Mitchell, you were an athlete?” Yes, I was…check out the photo above…about 100 pounds of pure skin and bone and just middle school sadness. And I was awful. Trust me, it was rough. My first ever two mile time was 24:28. Yes, you read that correctly. Twenty-four minutes and twenty-eight seconds of purely awful athleticism.
But after a semester of running I would say I redeemed myself. My final two mile time in cross country was 14:48. Oh yeah, fourteen minutes and forty-eight seconds. About ten minutes of improvement over the course of a few months. Needless to say, that was my last semester of sports. Course, I just said what was needless to say.. anyway.
I spoke at an FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes) meeting at Abilene High School a couple of weeks ago about my cross country experience. My lesson then segued into the concept of running from God. Running. Yeah, I may have mentioned Jonah a bit, especially Veggietales rendition of the story. But this past week, I have really come to learn about running away from my past, even without intentionally doing it.
My senior year in high school was not the best year of my life. If you have gotten to know me then you may know why, but if not, then let’s just say that it was a year that tested my emotions, my friendships, my faith, and eventually my everything. During this testing it may have shut down many things along the way. It was a year that chased me down until this past week and it pummeled me. Pretty freaking hard. (If you don’t mind me saying.)
A past remembered. A forced remembrance of the past. I will say that I did not like it but I sure did need it. As much as I hate to admit it. Something that has been talked about quite often in the past few weeks at Beltway Student Ministries, where I am a leader, has been the promise of God. And I’ll be the one to say this but yeah, I know the promise of God. It is pretty awesome. If I believe I get to go to heaven. But something has caught my attention this week.
God has made his promise known in me since that year of trial. I have grown incredibly in wisdom, kindness, maturity, and self-control. God’s promise was made known in me by the fulfillment of my prayers that I prayed so often that year.
Yeah. I was pummeled this week. Yeah, I think I may have unintentionally been running from it. Yeah, I may have ignored what God has for me in healing with it. But I’m trying to do my best to get up and look forward with a game face on and with an MVP at that. Because I know who is winning. I know who has already won.
A past remembered and a future promised.
with love, Mitchell
Note: my post will be longer next week. In the finals week at ACU so things are a bit hectic. Hence the quote “We’re in the Endgame now.” Prayers for life right now, many obstacles in the way. Prayers of thanks.