A New Week, A New Day, A New Moment.... A New Season.

I love the morning so much it drives me to sleep at ridiculously early hours. I sacrifice movies, parties, and a bunch late night hang time to be able to beat the sun up. The bible says that there are new mercies every morning, and wise people have said, "Early to bed early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.  Those are not what have inspired me to rise early but because I do it just  supports my strangeness. There is something about the sun breaking through the darkness, something about a fresh start that puts the yesterday underneath you. I know I rant about the morning and how it inspires me often but it is not only a new morning, it is a new week. Last week carried many worries, although like most worries most never came to fruition. There seemed an endless amount of things to do and time seemed to be endlessly fleeting. When a friend and I talked about the stress of school, the emotional trauma that occurred during the break, and the giant deadlines that threatened to change our future, we came up with this picture. It is like you are tied to a treadmill that is cranked up just over the thresh hold level, just to fast to maintain. I love thresh hold training and workouts where you push your body right up to that breaking point but in life, not so much. Yes the hard stuff develops endurance, strength, and power like nothing else can but when it happens in life you don't see an end of the work out. there is no stop watch to pace off of, no defined finish line, or summit to the hill. When there is no end to  the speed  you begin to fall apart mentally as you anticipate the wall. The wall as runners know is when lactic acid and other wastes are flooding into your legs faster than your body can filter it out and all f the sudden you crash. Your legs feel like led or like you are running underwater. If you really push it your body will go into temporary paralysis. Most of us cannot push that hard because mentally we freak ourselves out before our body reaches that point.
 Last week was like running at just above thresh hold with no end in sight. My body was probably ok but my mind was tweekin. It is a new week! A fresh start and I have grown even from my experiences last week. I learned that when the eyes in your head cannot see a light at the end of the tunnel you are not allowed to freak out because we have faith. You turn to the eyes of your heart. One of the things that has been amazing me lately is the thought of Joy in Brokeness. Paul said, "Our heart break but we still have joy." It is all a perspective thing. Last week from my perspective I was going to crash and in turn I did. This week I have the same stressors but from a faith perspective all things will work together for the good of those who love him. (God) I read this morning I believe in Luke twelve some words that I need to remind myself of much more often. In summery: Do not worry about what you will eat or drink, God provides for the ravens and are you not worth much more than birds. Then do not worry about what you will wear, look at the flowers of the field and the grass, even Solomon in all his splendor could not compare. God open the eyes of my heart and let me see like that!
It is a new day, a new week, and a new season. Track training with the team starts today. I am inspired and ready to grow in my fitness and to lead my team! I know though that to lead even when you cannot see with the eyes in your head that the eyes of your heart need to be tuned in to what really matters.