I have exersize induced asthma (E.I.A.) which is terrible because I like exersize. I run a lot and I also do a lot of conditioning which causes my asthma to act up. When the doctor first told me that I have E.I.A. I wasn't sure whether to be glad that I finally understood why I had such a hard time keeping up with everyone else during sports or to be completely devistated. I choose the later choice and for a long time, I stopped. I didn't run anymore. I didn't condition anymore. I didn't want to play sports anymore. I just gave up until one day I got really angry and I needed a way to get rid of the anger. So I ran and ran and ran until I couldn't breath. Then I ran some more. When I finally stopped I felt like I was dying and in that moment, I smiled. The burn of cold winter air on my lungs felt great. I smiled as my breath came out as a fog before me. I smiled as the freezing wind blew my hair into my face. Then I walked home. And I remembered why I liked running in the first place. So I started running again (not as much as I used to, but still I was running), but my anger about asthma was not gone.
I was angry before I knew I had asthma, but when I finally learned of my E.I.A. it just fueled my anger even more because asthma was why things were hard. I was angry because my best friend could go run four miles without a problem and I couldn't keep up. I was angry because I had to work twice as hard as everyone else just to get a little better. I was angry. I beat myself up after every track practice, after every track meet, after every sport practice or game, after everything. I sometimes came home and cried to my parents because I couldn't keep up no matter how hard I tried. I felt that no matter what I did I would never be as fast as my teammates or my competers. I was always worried about how bad I was. Even when I was rolling in the third place metals for the mile, it wasn't enough.
Then for some reason I decided to pray about it. I asked God to help me, and my perspective slowly began to change. I started praying as I ran and repeating memory verses when my run got hard. When I told God how much I hated E.I.A. I felt as if I was talking to a friend. I could feel Him listening and that is all I wanted. Someone to listen. Now I still sometimes get angry or frustrated with myself for not being able to keep up, but at the same time I know that it's not my fault. I have asthma! I have to work harder to keep up with others because my lungs struggle more than theirs, but that only makes me a better athlete. I have asthma and yeah, it makes my favorite hobbie harder than it should be, but it also makes improving that much better.
And you're probably thinking "how in the world does this relate to God?" Well, during life we face many challanges that sometimes get us running from God's arms. We stop going to Him for help and we spend our time doing other things that don't involve Him just like I stopped running because of my exersize induced asthma, but the point of me telling you this was to show you that praying does help. It's like have a friend that knows everything about you, even the things that you keep hidden in your heart, the things you hide deep inside. And the amazing thing about a friend like that is the very true fact that they are amazing listeners. God is that friend. He will be there for you because He will listen. If you pray, I think you might be suprised by how good of a listener our Heavenly Father truely is.
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I am Bridges or at least on here I am. Basically, I am a teen. I have many hopes and dreams, many fears and insecurities that I let hold me back. There is so much that goes on in my life. Sometimes it is a struggle, and that what this site is about.
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