One of my sisters recently wrote a letter to me. In this letter she shared about a time in my life that I haven’t thought about in a while – high school.
I share a small portion of what she wrote below:
Do you remember when you began running track in high school? What about your first meet? I remember it.
You ran long distance and after what seemed like an eternity, we watched from the stands as you made your way across the finish line. You were dead last. At the time, I felt so bad for you. You were so excited about being on the track team, but here you were finishing last. I remember you being disappointed. I remember others thinking you would probably quit the team. But you didn’t. You ran again the next meet and continued to run throughout high school. I don’t recall you winning many meets or ever becoming a star member of the team. But I remember how proud you were of being apart of the team. I remember how hard you trained – the practices you went to and the meets you never missed. Mostly, I remember that you always finished your race.
Your last meet was in high school – more than 20 years ago! Yet, here you are, still a runner. Still committed, still tenacious…challenging yourself to run more and more races each year, leading running groups, training alongside others and even teaching people like me, who NEVER thought in a million years they could run, how easy it can be if you just commit and believe you can do it.
What stood out to me was that she initially felt pity for me, because I came in last. She goes on to share that she (and probably the other people watching) imagined that was the beginning and end of my high school track dreams. It’s embarrassing and humiliating to come in last… if finishing first was your goal. I don’t ever remember feeling shame for coming in last. I would have been embarrassed to quit. Running has never been about winning a race for me. It’s always been about finishing. It’s always been about proving to myself that I was strong enough to finish, even when it would have been easier to give up.
My sister’s perspective and her encouragement revealed to me the message of You Are Stronger Than You Think has always been inside me, before I could even verbalize it. It’s in my DNA. God has wired me to not give up on myself and to not give up on others. My ability to persevere when the outcome is not what I expected is a strength that has sustained me. Life has taught me some tough lessons, but it’s also made me more certain of who I am and why I’m here. I am a wife, a mother, a friend, a daughter, a sister, an entrepreneur, an encourager, a community builder, and a child of God.
It’s your turn: Who are you? What lessons in your own life remind you of who you are? Leave a comment.
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