Bottom Of The 9th

Sister Richardson's Super Split Seconds

As you all know, I've never been shy about sharing my realities. With that in mind, people were mean, and I mean mean this week. It doesn't really hurt me anymore, but it also doesn't make for a great email home. On top of that, I had a lot of unexpected anxiety about ending my mission pop up, so this week was... really something. With that, I thought I'd keep it brief and share some of what's been bouncing around my head for the last 18 months.

Growing up, whenever I experienced a setback or some sort of defeat in softball, my dad would often tell me, "The game's not over until it is." In other words, regardless of how far behind you may be, you always have the ability to make a comeback because there's still time left on the clock. This simple yet powerful idea has stuck with me in so many different phases of life, but especially on my mission.

There have been many moments when I felt so defeated that the thought of getting up and starting again made me want to cry. Experiencing rejection, setbacks, stress, homesickness, and more has been so hard, and I'm not afraid to admit that. But what's made all the hard worth it is the knowledge that the Savior is never done with me in this game we call life, nor is He done with each of you.

In each moment of hurt, the simple phrase "The game's not over until it is" has served as a reminder to me of the infinite opportunities to make the "comeback" I wish to see as I rely on the Savior’s enabling power. He's helped me to overcome so much, and He's empowered me to make some of my proudest comebacks yet.

So, while there have definitely been times when a glance at the scoreboard made me want to throw in the towel, I'm grateful He never allowed me to. I know that each round of refining comebacks has shaped and molded me into a stronger Sister Richardson. I know that He's giving me these opportunities for growth so that I can leave feeling like a true champion in my efforts to serve Him.

It truly is the bottom of the 9th for me. The countdown clock is very much on, and it's... scary, exciting, and everything in between. I know that every remaining minute counts, and I intend to use them as best as I can. It truly has been such a sacred privilege to represent the Savior, and I'm excited to see how this last inning will end!

I love you all! Thanks for being a part of my cheering squad!

XOXO,

Sister Richardson

P.S. Thanks, Coach Chris. Your wise words have carried me way longer than we both could have imagined.