As some of you know I dropped soccer a couple of months ago for various reasons not related to the sport (make sense?). I tried as hard as I could to stay on the team, but I knew in my heart that it was time to move on. It was a tough decision; I wanted to play my favorite sport but not in the high school environment. I had been praying about my decision every night hoping my heart would be changed come practice the next day, but that was not what God had intended for me. The turning point came one night when I was praying. It had been a rough day at school and soccer wasn't any better. I don't remember the exact words of my prayer, but somewhere in the midst of my tears and stress God came and told me to move on from soccer. Such simple words, yet they hit me so hard. I went to sleep that night in almost total peace knowing that I had made the right decision. The weeks following my decision were a sweet release from the unnecessary soccer stress I had been facing. Thankfully I was able to join the end of the cross country season (just so everyone's clear: my intention was not to join cross country right when it ended!) and be on a unified team that I had lacked while playing soccer. Although I physically left my available soccer opportunity, I constantly long to fill the soccer gaps in my heart.
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