Turkey Bowl Teachings

Legends vs. First Years. Alumni flies into town, practices and playbooks made. An intense football game, now tradition.

If you know me at all, you know I'm not the most athletic. Sure, I played tennis for a couple years in high school and yes, I go for the occasional run. I signed up for Turkey Bowl more for the experience rather than showing off my AMAZING athleticism.

Walking into Turkey Bowl, the thought of me getting hurt really hadn't crossed my mind. Yeah, I'm small, but I had no fears. I wanted to have fun, dance a little, and laugh a lot. Whether the day ended in a win or a loss, I would be happy.

We started off strong, but we ended up losing in the end. I'm really proud of all the girls that stepped up to play, and I'm super thankful for the first year boys for teaching us how to play.

The funny thing was, I did kinda get hurt. Totally on accident. And, get this: I didn't even get injured by anybody else... I stepped wrong in a pothole. Only me, right?! I later learned that I sprained my ankle, but in the moment I just pushed through and kept playing. It didn't really hurt until later that evening. I was limping and hobbling around. It was pretty terrible.

Anybody that knows me knows the last thing I am is overdramatic. (Well, most of the time anyways :)  ). With that being said, I wanted to just fly under the radar and pretend I wasn't hurt. I hopped around to get things done, I didn't accept help from anybody, I don't even think I really admitted my ankle hurt for a while, honestly. I woke up the next morning to a searing pain in my ankle once again, but I toughed it out and went to class anyways. I still denied any and all help and kept pushing through, ignoring any messages of pain my body was sending me. I kept up this act until one of my favorite second years sent me a message saying, "It's okay to not be okay". That convicted me, and I eventually asked for a bit of help.

Through being hurt, I have learned a lot about myself. And through all of it, I have seen God in every single part of it. I have learned that it's okay to not be okay. I've learned that it's okay to admit that I need help, that it's okay to admit I'm hurt. Those have been really hard lessons to learn, but I've definitely taken them to heart.

It's been a really good week, but definitely a hard week. My ankle is a lot better, but it's still pretty bruised and a little swollen. I've been stubborn and fought with my best friends about helping me and I've made plenty of mistakes, but God's love and forgiveness is so evident in my life that I can't help but smile.

God is good. It may take a sprained ankle or a failed test or a broken relationship to see it, but I can attest to you that He is SO SO good. You may not see the reason for the things that are happening in your life, but God has such a big plan. And a really good one, too. Just keep trusting, keep pushing through, and never forget that it's okay to ask for help. It's okay to be hurt. And it's okay to not be okay.

This week was pretty huge for me, so another blog post is in the works. Should be up in the next day or two. Stay tuned for more!!

Xoxo,
Ry

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