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I Can Just Look Up and Know the Stars are Holding.... Holding You Tonight

Growing muscle is a funny thing, you have to tear the muscle first, which hurts, and then you have you push through the pain in order to make it strong. It takes about 3 days before you feel a little better again, yet if you stop moving then the muscle returns to how it was and all the pain was for nothing.

Dislocating your jaw is painful. But it's more painful to relocated it, and to move it around afterwards. Yet, even though it's stinging pain you have to keep it moving or you lose movement in your jaw which is a bad thing.

Blood blisters HURT! Let's say something gets pinched.. like a big toe! Even though it's hurting and you don't want to walk on it you just have to. Eventually the pain is gone and all that's left for a while is a weird mark.

A ripped ligament needs pressure, movement, and exposure, or the healing won't take place.

I learn so often about physical things, and how closely related they are to spiritual and emotional things, but many times it's easier said than done. In order to change, grow, repent, heal, or overcome we must travel through our deepest fears, sludge through the darkest part of our minds, and dig into the corners of our soul. This process is painful. It hurts, and is very uncomfortable. Sometimes (and I'm speaking for myself) we feel as if it would have been easier to leave it alone, to baby that ankle, to not move the jaw, but we know that without the pain the healing doesn't happen.

The Lord gives us the same trials, things we have to keep moving.

I have been struggling a bit with things lately, and kind of hid myself from the world because in my eyes that was easier than facing reality which at sometimes can be very scary. I was reminded in a loving way thanks to the note I took at my first semester over a year ago at the LDS Business College. President Richards said.
   "Life is like going UP a DOWN escalator. If you stop for even a moment the pressures of the adversary will surely pull you do. You just have to keep fighting, keep moving, and take that next step."

I am moving again, I am finding out what I want to do. I am creating new dreams for myself. This isn't going to be easy, saying goodbye, and closing doors never is. But that's where the healing, and growing happens. right now.. I say....
"BRING IT ON!"
Move up. Keep moving, don't quit.
Press on.

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