Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Race

The Race
By: Dr. D.H. Groberg
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure's face, my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. a Childrens race, young boys, young men; how I remember well, excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn't hard to tell. They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son, and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy's desire. One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, was running in the lead and thought "My dad will be so proud." But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip, the little boy who thought he'd win, lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace, and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face. As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn't win it now. Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win that race!" He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that's all, and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again. He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. "I'm hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn't try to race."
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face with a steady look that said again, "Get up and win that race!" So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. "If I'm to gain those yards, he thought, I've got to run real fast!" Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten... but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye. "There's no sense running anymore! Three strikes I'm out! Why try? I've lost, so what's the use? " he thought. "I'll live with my disgrace." But then he thought about his dad, who soon he'd have to face.
"Get up, an echo sounded low, you haven't lost at all, for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. Get up! the echo urged him on, Get up and take your place! You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!" So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit, and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't quit. So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. Three times he'd fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place, head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace. But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place, the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race. And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud, you would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do so well." "To me you won, his father said, You rose each time you fell."
And when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face, the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all. And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face, another voice within me says."Get up and win that race!"

I was very happy to find this story... It reminds me of a lot of special memories.. I remember the first time I heard this story in a Sunday school class... and also very special memories when I was about to share it with friends of mine that I love. It is always a good reminder to me of Our Heavenly Father's love for each of us. He is cheering us on and hopes that we continue to get up when we fall. I remember sharing this story with my mom... and then through the next few months... she would remind me.. Kaitlyn... Get up and win the race. I love all the people in my life that have helped me continue to get up each time that I fall. In the race I am running now.. my mission.. I've fallen flat on my face.... many times.. but there has always been someone around to pick me up. I have had a lot of memories going through my mind this last week of one year ago.. One year ago on this date I was giving my farewell talk. Getting ready to go to the Mission Training Center... It is incredible to me that I am where I am now.. with only so little time left. I am remembering the many people that helped pick me up along the Journey. I love them.. and I love my Savior and Heavenly Father for allowing them in my path.
I wouldn't trade the race I'm now running for anything. I love my mission. I love the people I have met, and will continue to meet. I love change.... I love seeing the change that comes into peoples lives as they find the Gospel of Jesus Christ!
I hope you each remember just how much your Heavenly Father loves you.....A LOT.
LOVE YOU... Sister Pallas

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

So... I've been thinking..

I've been using this Blog.. to share my testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.. and to allow myself to think I am keeping in touch with all of you back home..? Which.. I'm not quite sure if anyone reads this.. ;) But I was thinking .. I'm not very good at sharing exactly what is going on in this "...great and Marvelous work.." So here goes my last week as a missionary....
The average Preparation Day...
Get up at 6:15 wash laundry
6:30 - 7 work out at our little gym...(we are spoiled.. we have a gym at our apt...)
7-8 clean a little get ready for the day eat breakfast..
8-10 study study study..
10 - 6 email family, wash car, grocery shop, write letters... Last week we went to Valley Forge National Park again.. because it is such a cool and beautiful place.. it was a little bit cold.. but I was grateful to enjoy the park with all the white stuff all over.. (Snow if you didn't know)
Then we go on to our appointments for the rest of the evening..
Tuesday Night.. can you spell snow...... I CAN S-N-O-W... It was everywhere.. We went to an appointment at about 6:13ish.. and when we came out about 40ish minutes later.. the car was covered with about an inch of snow.. and the lines on the road were nowhere to be seen.. So I did my best to drive home.. I felt like I was in a time warp... all the snow coming at me.. The next morning was fun... I'm not quite sure how much snow fell.. (since we never see the news) but I would guess that it was about 230489'' or maybe like 12'' We have really nice neighbors that brushed off our car.. and then helped us dig out our tires!! Good thing because all we had were our ice scrappers.. (they work good for shovels :) I love our Snow ADVENTURES...
Anyways.. This was the last week of our "Transfer" We call every 6 weeks a transfer.. It is always kinda crazy at the end of a transfer because you find out if you are going to stay in the area where you are .. or go to a new area with a new sister. I was kinda stressed out at the end of this past week.. Transfers were coming .. and I was pretty sure that they would transfer me out of Valley Forge.. (which I was really hoping wouldn't happen) But none the less.. I have been here in this area almost 6 months.. and I was thinking the time was almost up! The call usually comes on Friday night.. well.. it didn't.. So I went to bed at 10:30.. (bedtime!! :0) The next morning our District Leader Called.. said.. "What is your prediction Sister Pallas" I was tired.. as I am most every morning so I replied.. just tell me what's happening.. I don't want to play this game.. hehe.. So he said .. You both are staying! I was so excited and surprised!! But none the less.. I AM SO GRATEFUL TO BE STAYING HERE! At least another 6 weeks!
Sunday (yesterday) was a really good day! We were very blessed to be able to witness a baptism of a sweet woman we have been teaching for awhile! Her name is Arlene.. She has such great faith in Jesus Christ.. She was recently recovering from a brain tumor when Sister Reynolds and I knocked on her door. We started teaching her shortly after that. She was so prepared to accept the wonderful news of the Gospel. I know that the Lord was preparing her through her life experiences. So .. it was an extremely special day to be able to see her come from the beginning (starting to teach) to the new beginning.. (baptism) She was so excited for her baptism and is excited to have another family in the church.. After her baptism she said "I feel as light as a feather" Which I love because.. that is how we are able to feel through following our Savior and using his Atonement in our lives... Through Him we can be made clean.. and our burdens may be made light! It was an incredible blessing to be apart of this great work.
So now .. I am at the beginning of another transfer with my wonderful and caring sister.. Sister SOOLEFAI.. She is the best.. We are learning a lot together and truly seeing MIRACLES..
I hope each of you are well and that you are... going to CHURCH.. saying your PRAYERS.. and READING your scriptures.. CPR... it saves lives.
Seester.. Kait