Persevere-means to endure in anything undertaken in spite of difficulty, obstacles, discouragment, stress, pain, or the ability to have strength to make it to the end Its finally over, my 2009 racing season has finally come to a close. This season was filled with major let-downs, struggles, discouragement, but underneath it all pure beauty & love. At the beginning of this year I got scared. Scared I couldn't endure what it takes to be an elite cyclist, scared of failing, scared of what people would think if I didn't live up to the high expectations of my season. I was brought back to high school where I got laughed off my baseball team because I messed up in the field. So I quit....I let go of cycling because I cared more about how people viewed me rather than how God looked at me. As much as I tried to let go I couldn't. Something deep down told me to not give up. Finally over the Spring Break Trip with the Navs God took a burden off my me I had been carrying way too long. In the past I was always called a "quiter" and made fun of severly and I took up cycling as a way to get rid of the pain, but it never worked. The more I rode I realized this wound was deep inside my heart. Jesus finally at the time when I needed him the most came and said "You've been carrying this burden for far too long, let me carry it". I can't even described the weight lifting off my shoulders. So I called my mom up and said "Hey mom can we talk" and she asked "about what?" and I starting talking about a whole bunch of nonsense when she said "Taylor just tell me what you want to say" and I said "Mom I coming back to cycling". Now I had a purpose to ride for my King who paid my penalty of sin on the cross.
So I began to train but I was already so far behind. I trained trained pushing myself to my limits. At my first race I got dropped and finished almost dead last. Then I continued to finish near the end in the next couple races. This was hard to overcome because I would give everything I had to finish last and then I injured my knee. For a all of June I couldn't ride. I remember crying out to God asking "why?" "why?" and then I crashed through the windshield of a car and should've been killed but was saved by God's angels.Race after race I got dropped no matter how hard I tried. I finally broke down in tears and cried "God I can't do this and not strong enough....I can;t endure this, I have been giving everything and I dont even have a single medal from this season, " ....Man's greatest victory is not in never falling but picking himself up everytime he does..Finally god answered me...he said"I Can Carry You" ...2 Cor 12:8 Jesus reminds us "My power is made perfect in weakness" So I turned to him when I had nothing left to give so I was riding with His Strength instead of mine...and thats when I found him.... It was only after I had endure pain, trials,and had nothing left when I realized everything had come from Him.. In my final race of the season I rode not for men but for my Jesus and with nothing left at the finish line I had my first and only win of the season. This has been a crazy journey...there has been so many times I have been so close to calling it quits but I want to make my dad in heaven proud so I go now to bring him honor through my cycling, I can go the distance...I am never giving up because He is never giving up on me....
Persevere-means to endure in anything undertaken in spite of difficulty, obstacles, discouragment, stress, pain, or the ability to have strength to make it to the end Its finally over, my 2009 racing season has finally come to a close. This season was filled with major let-downs, struggles, discouragement, but underneath it all pure beauty & love. At the beginning of this year I got scared. Scared I couldn't endure what it takes to be an elite cyclist, scared of failing, scared of what people would think if I didn't live up to the high expectations of my season. I was brought back to high school where I got laughed off my baseball team because I messed up in the field. So I quit....I let go of cycling because I cared more about how people viewed me rather than how God looked at me. As much as I tried to let go I couldn't. Something deep down told me to not give up. Finally over the Spring Break Trip with the Navs God took a burden off my me I had been carrying way too long. In the past I was always called a "quiter" and made fun of severly and I took up cycling as a way to get rid of the pain, but it never worked. The more I rode I realized this wound was deep inside my heart. Jesus finally at the time when I needed him the most came and said "You've been carrying this burden for far too long, let me carry it". I can't even described the weight lifting off my shoulders. So I called my mom up and said "Hey mom can we talk" and she asked "about what?" and I starting talking about a whole bunch of nonsense when she said "Taylor just tell me what you want to say" and I said "Mom I coming back to cycling". Now I had a purpose to ride for my King who paid my penalty of sin on the cross. 
So I began to train but I was already so far behind. I trained trained pushing myself to my limits. At my first race I got dropped and finished almost dead last. Then I continued to finish near the end in the next couple races. This was hard to overcome because I would give everything I had to finish last and then I injured my knee. For a all of June I couldn't ride. I remember crying out to God asking "why?" "why?" and then I crashed through the windshield of a car and should've been killed but was saved by God's angels.Race after race I got dropped no matter how hard I tried. I finally broke down in tears and cried "God I can't do this and not strong enough....I can;t endure this, I have been giving everything and I dont even have a single medal from this season, " ....Man's greatest victory is not in never falling but picking himself up everytime he does..Finally god answered me...he said"I Can Carry You" ...2 Cor 12:8 Jesus reminds us "My power is made perfect in weakness" So I turned to him when I had nothing left to give so I was riding with His Strength instead of mine...and thats when I found him.... It was only after I had endure pain, trials,and had nothing left when I realized everything had come from Him.. In my final race of the season I rode not for men but for my Jesus and with nothing left at the finish line I had my first and only win of the season. This has been a crazy journey...there has been so many times I have been so close to calling it quits but I want to make my dad in heaven proud so I go now to bring him honor through my cycling, I can go the distance...I am never giving up because He is never giving up on me....
