It’s Not About Me

If you’ve been reading “M.Y. Words of the Week” this year, you know I had a goal of becoming a fitness professional this year. All of the competitions have happened and I am still an amateur.  The weekend I flew home from my final competition of the year, I felt a little empty.  Training to compete had been all I had focused on all year and all of a sudden I didn’t know what I’d do with my time.   I didn’t feel like a failure (because I knew it just wasn’t my time to win) but I did feel empty.

What I didn’t realize, though, is that my life is about God’s plan and not my plan.  Because just two days after returning home I received a phone call from a local gym.  They saw me at one of the national shows and wanted me to be a personal trainer there.  After several days of meeting with them, I decided to start training at the LAC.  Then, two days later I received a phone call.

Back in April I had been talking with a lady in New York about a fitness concept.  She said she would follow up with me, but I never heard back from her.  Until that phone call.  She was had finished another project and was now focusing on ours.  I am so excited about the possibility that could bring.  And then there was the Facebook message.

Darla Carter had been working on a new “My Domain” feature for the paper and had taken pictures several weeks earlier.  She sent me a message to let me know my article would be in the Sunday of that week’s paper.  Darla is an amazing writer and I never knew the picture would be so big!

All three of these things happened in a week.  In a week where I felt I would be clueless and lost with no direction.  Little did I know that God had a lot of other things in store for me.  But in order for me to be able to accomplish them, he needed me to stay still long enough for me both be able to appreciate them but also have the time and drive to be a success.  Doors close in our life for a reason.  Don’t waste your time trying to bust down that door or break the lock.  You weren’t meant to be in that space.  Instead, turn around and realize there are a lot more doors and one of them has your name on it.

M.Y. August 2010