Heeding the Call--Part Two: A Very Angry Thursday

Two weeks had passed since that day at the Temple.  I had since turned 19 and was continuing to settle into college life.  Each day had its ups and downs, but for the most part, I was loving college life.  Then, as Cedar City prepared to host a College Cross Country Meet, anger began to again stir up inside of me.  This was the meet I'd been so looking forward to running in with the Dixie State Cross Country team.  People had planned on coming up to see me and cheer me on.  I would be racing with dozens of people that I knew.  I had planned for that race.  Now it was here, and I would not be competing.  I don't know why this hurt me so much!  I guess it was partially because this was the first time I really got hit in the face with what my life could have been like.
As I went for my run that afternoon, I continued to get angry and loathe my situation.  All I had wanted was to run, but for some reason, God asked me to give it up.  I kept asking myself why on earth I ever had to get sick.  If none of that would have happened, I wouldn't even have thought about doing anything else with my life, so I would have been completely content with staying where I was. But, now that I was at SUU, it was hard to be happy because I knew what I was missing.  I ran faster and faster, rage coursing through my veins. 
Then, when I calmed myself a little bit, I heard a still, small voice whisper to me that I needed to hold on just a little longer, be patient for just another day or two, and all would make sense.  God had a plan for my life, and it would be revealed to me soon enough.