Free Write 3

Sacred places are not something that I think about every day, but when I do, I think about how I no longer have one anymore. The football field and baseball field were both my sacred places. They were where I felt freer than a buffalo grazing in an empty 400 mile grassland. Sadly, that feeling was taken for me when I blew out my knee my senior year in the second football game of the season. It really troubled me that I couldn’t do something I out my life into. I put more effort in the field than I did the classroom. After that incident, I was every possible emotion but happy. Between September and November, I couldn’t tell you a time that I was happy, but it took a lot of thinking and acceptance to realize that what happened to me is what God wanted to happen. Maybe if it didn’t happen, something much worse could’ve. I’m still not at full understanding, but o just trust he knows what he was doing.