Being brave and having faith

I gave a talk last week in which I made several analogies between running and the gospel. I had another one happen today. I went for a 16 mile run, and a friend of mine said that there was a good loop from Oakwood that took you along the river and several trails. I headed out, sort of knowing where I was going, but thinking I could use my phone to check maps and figure it out when if i got lost. Well, apparently listening to a podcast drained my battery, leaving me with an almost dead phone and a vague idea of where i was at about 10 miles. At that point, I had a choice: run the ten miles back where I came, or trust myself to follow the vague directions I remembered and get home in less milage. I chose the latter, and while it was longer than 16, it wasn't 20. Just like my run today, if we keep pressing forward in life, trusting in the direction the Lord has provided for us, things will be okay. But that takes courage from us, which can be scary. it carries some risk when you're running, because the run might end up longer (and therefore more painful) than you might have thought. But in the gospel, we can always trust that the Lord will guide us correctly, provided we are brave enough to trust in Him.

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