Friday, September 26, 2014

I swung my head under the bar and positioned myself on the bench, as our weight training coach stacked disks on either ends of the bar.

"80 pounds....warm it up"

I lifted, lowered, and then raised the bar with a clang back onto the rack. Once again, coach reached for more disks. Again and again, I'd lift. And again and again, he'd keep stacking the weight on. As it became more and more difficult, he'd coach me on my breathing pattern and how to use the rest of my body to support the weight. It helped, but I was getting tired.

Yet, coach was still determined to push me.

I dropped the bar onto the rack at 110 lbs, and told coach I was spent. "One more," he pressed. "One more....make it to 130."

"Coach, I can't. I'm done!"

As if he didn't hear me, he began adding ten pounds to each end, clearly messaging to me that I wasn't finished. "I'll help you..." he promised. I'd barely made it to 110 lbs ....trying to lift 130 sounded impossible. But with no other option, I laid back down in the bench. Coach stood behind me and put his hands outside of mine as I gripped the bar, "I'll lift with you..."

Trusting in his help, I lifted the bar and immediately felt the weight sink through my wrists and down into my shoulders. Breathing in, I let the bar lower, and then exhaling (and feeling coach lifting the weight with me) I pressed up and landed the bar back in the rack.

"See!! You did it!!" Coach said as he extended his fist.

"Yea, but you lifted it wasn't really all that."

"Nope, I didn't touch the bar. I told's all in your head."

I turned to my teammates who we're watching. They just nodded, confirming and clearly as surprised as I was. “You’re stronger than you think,” coach said with a smile, “told you.”

I continue to be stumped by that experience. Somehow, when my head thought I could do it, I could. Even if it was when I thought it was impossible to do on my own. Thinking that I was being helped, somehow convinced my body that I could push further and harder.

How many times do I sell myself short in life, because I reason, “I can’t.” How often to I tell God, that I’m not good enough, not capable enough, not strong enough, or not talented enough to live up to my potential.

God knows when we have more to give. Sometimes it just takes him standing beside us and saying, “You can do it. Give me just a little more. Trust me. You CAN do it. And I’ll help you.”

And He does. And with His help, we become stronger.

“My dear friends and brethren, no matter how many times you have slipped or fallen, rise up! Your destiny is a glorious one! Stand tall and walk in the light of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ! You are stronger than you realize. You are more capable than you can imagine. You can do it now! (President Uchtdorf)

You're stronger than you know.......
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