Making Peace with the Process

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No one is honest about the process.

We all have those people we follow on social media who seem to live the perfect life.
They have that job, marriage, children, house, or car we wish we had.
But we don't see the process it took to capture that moment in time.
No one was honest about the long nights that job requires, or the debt that car costed, or how many photos it took for the entire family to smile.
The process is messy.

I attend a church called Elevation Church GTA and Pastor Steven Furtick recently preached from his book "Unqualified" about making peace with the process.
I'm slowly learning what this means.

Running is the perfect metaphor for life because you get out of it what you put in.
There's a process.

When I ran this past weekend, my knee was hurting, I couldn't feel my face, I got blisters, I got a cramp in my side, I couldn't catch my breath and I was running against the wind. The process sucked. It was painful. It was uncomfortable.
It made me stronger.

When I got into my apartment elevator, we have very unflattering giant mirrors that you can't avoid and that's when I saw muscles in my legs I haven't seen in a while.
I'm getting stronger.

I'm making peace with the process of training.
It's making me stronger
I'm making peace with the process of pursuing my Masters degree.
It's making me wiser. 
I'm making peace with the process of my singleness.
It's making me see what I'm capable of and how to truly depend on God.
I'm making peace with the process.
Because I know it's working.

Whatever your process looks like - no matter how tough, frustrating or messy it is - you will come out stronger in the end. It's when we cross that finish line we look back to see that the tough days, the messy, painful days of training were 100% necessary.
He made you stronger.

Make peace with the process.

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