The Way



 One of my favorite motivational people is a boy named Chase Harris, AKA Bubba.  Born with spina bífida, his family, medical team  and especially his dad have helped him tackle one challenge after another.


They share their story to inspire others and to help provide the expensive tools, care and rehab support to help him thrive .


In one of my favorite clips, it shows Bubba being challenged to get his walker over an obstacle.  


While Bubba keeps trying and failing, his dad guides him with his calm but firm voice.


“Don’t get lazy on your steps.  You know you can step strong with your right, so step strong with your right.”


Bubba listens and with complete trust accepts his dad’s confidence.  


“Okay.”  


And he tries and fails again.


But he doesn’t quit and at one point says with determination, “I have the will so there must be a way.”


1 Nephi 3:7 teaches about Nephi following his Heavenly Father’s coaching and guidance.  “I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them.”


The WAY has already been prepared! We just have to find it. And sometimes that’s going to include failure along the path. 


Bubba tried a variety of things before his dad gave him a suggestion and when he made it over the bump on his own he looked up at his dad with pure love and pride.


Sure, his dad could have saved him some frustration and tears by simply lifting him over or removing the obstacle.  


But at what cost?

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