Dare Move Along

Lately I have been reminiscing on the 'good old days of high school' that were only six months ago, but they feel like years ago. I remember sitting and watching Tye and Kade fix the old dune buggy, that never made it out of the garage; running through the sprinklers at the senior project presentation; beating Madison at their own homecoming game and then getting pizza to eat on the way home; sleeping under the stairs and talking till four in the morning; my first year at nationals; my first kiss and first date; making it to state cross country after a lucky sprint home. Life is so fast, we don't know that the moment we're living in will become our dearest memory a few years down the road.

Nothing is insignificant in life. What started out as a sweatshirt-pony tail-kind of day, turned to a 'carry the guitar with me out to my truck', which turned into an amazing and life changing conversation, that in the moment was so overwhelming. Everything happens when it is supposed to happen.

And then life has a funny way of moving on. Things happen, and they're lovely. But they're fleeting. Soon our memory becomes so full of memories, we begin to forget. The best way to keep memories, is to keep making them.

Living in the past doesn't do anyone any good. If we all lived in the past, who knows where our technology and medicine would be? While memories are important to remember and love, we can't be stuck in them, wishing for them to come back. That memory is but a moment, and that moment is gone. We need to stand up and move forward.

It's scary. Moving forward into the unknown is hard, and I think 'why would I upset this happy balance I have in my life right now?' My answer is this - Because something happier is waiting for me. Make a plan, ask God about it, listen for his answer, and then DO it. No action terminates the original reason for the question. Why ask a question if you're not willing to do anything about it? I learned this when I was taught to not question the spirit. God told me he wanted me to serve a mission when the age limit was lowered. This was confirmed as I prepared to serve. However, once mission prep was over I had my doubts. Why? Who knows, other than the fact that Satan doesn't want me to go. Listen to the spirit. Don't let Satan persuade you otherwise. He will try to take away valuable time you could use preparing for something fabulous.

Make a plan, ask God, listen for his answer, and then DO it. Dare to move along.