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It’s about to begin!

She’s going to compete in her first college track meet!

I’m so excited.

And a tiny bit nervous.

To realize how God has walked her through everything to reach this moment.

My mind sifts through the past and my heart is filled with wonder.

When she was 13 months old, she stopped growing.

Babies are not supposed to do that.

So, we embarked on a scary journey of blood tests.

13 month old babies don’t like getting their blood drawn.

Everything came back normal and we discovered the issue was teeth.

She broke eight teeth, four molars and four eye teeth.

Then she went back to growing.

I think of the waiting room at the E.R..

We were waiting to find out if she had burst her spleen in a basketball game.

Then later that same season she busted her knee open, requiring stitches.

The final injury of that traumatic season was a concussion.

The moment in the doctor’s office when I realized I hadn’t handled her injury correctly.

I’d actually placed her in danger.

But, praise God, He held her and she recovered.

There are so many more memories.

One of my favorite is when she was seven.

We were working at the church and she’d noticed the sink full of dishes awaiting a washing.

Without comment, she found a stool.

My husband had walked past on his way to retrieve a needed item and found her busily washing dishes.

It wasn’t a one time thing either.

Sometimes after church service, we’d find her with the sweet lady who tidied up, busily washing dishes.

That same year, I was having a terrible day.

Nothing, was going right.

The house was a wreck, my homeschooling wasn’t a success, and it seems like we were expecting company.

That part of the memory is fuzzy.

What I remember clearly is my emotions, I was on the verge of bursting into tears.

She looked at me for a second or two.

Her dark eyes just reading mine.

Then she went to the hall, grabbed out the broom and went to work on the floors.

She never said a thing.

But I’ve never forgotten what her actions spoke so clearly.

Infact, spoken words have never been her thing.

It’s little wonder God is using her actions (she’s attending school on a track scholarship) to propel her into the future.

I’m so amazed at how God is working in her life today.

He’s brought up this beautiful young woman and is giving her a future and a hope.

I have no idea what to expect from the circumstances.

But I do know what to expect from the Lord.

Whatever His plans are for her,

it will be good!

Jeremiah 29:11 NKJV — For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.


That’s our Bell.

I didn’t take this picture.

I stood back from the fence and cried, quietly.

The overwhelming knowledge of what God had done for our daughter brought tears and smiles.

(I also hugged a lot of people right after the race. I might have been excited.)

She has put in so many hours of training to reach this point.

And what really gave me more joy than any medal was her reaction.

She signed, “I love you, Jesus.”


Nothing compares to watching our children serve Jesus, because of their own personal relationship with Him.

And God wasn’t finished blessing her.

And she wasn’t the only one blessed yesterday.

God blessed one of the boys on our team with taking 1st in the javelin with a throw of 172.1 ft.

The only other girl to make State on our team took 2nd in the shot put and 2nd in the disc.

Two of our other boys ran.

One took 2nd in the 400, with a personal best of 51.83.

The other took 7th in the 800, with a personal best of 2 minutes 6.02 seconds.

Our boys’ relay teams were able to take 4th and 5th in the 4×1 and 4×4.

And they haven’t been arrogant or prideful.

They have simply done their very best.

Considering our track team has 13 students we were absolutely abundantly blessed even to get to State.

And since many of those students are finishing their high school careers it is such a high point to end on.

Our Bell won’t run high school track again.

She is finishing her high school career and moving on to college.

As I watch each of these young people move into the next level of their lives I’m praying.

Dear Jesus,

Place Your hand on each of these athletes. Continue to guide them in their walk with You and in life. Please speak to their hearts and their minds about everything You have for them. Carry them through the tough times and train them for what lies ahead. Please place others around each one who will encourage, strengthen, and walk with them. Please continue to shine out of them for Your glory. And thank You so much for giving each and every one of them to our families and our community. May they never walk away from You.


Track is open!

We have looked forward to this track season.

Bell has been training and running since last season.

It’s such a pleasure to see her find so much joy in the sport.

And there are so many applications for life within running a race.

I had been ignorant of the training which serious runners go through before our daughters began track.

There are so many hours of grueling training where the athlete disciplines their body.

Then when the actual race comes there is still more to it than simply “run”.

It all depends on the type of race.

Reflections of scripture bring track to an even higher importance.

“And everyone who competes for the prize is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a perishable crown, but we for an imperishable crown. Therefore I run thus: not with uncertainty. Thus I fight: not as one who beats the air. But I discipline my body and bring it into subjection, lest, when I have preached to others, I myself should become disqualified. ”

1 Cor. 9:25-27 NKJV

My daily walk with Jesus is a race.

I have to live according to His Word.

I’m striving to live daily

as a child of God

with Jesus as my example,

my coach,

my hero.

And I must hold to the standards Jesus set.

Those standards are my guide.

And as any track participant in our area will tell you,

you run no matter what.

I’ve watched athletes compete in sun, rain, hail, and snow.

I’ve seen them fall on the track and obviously be hurt.

Many times they get up and keep running.

I’ve seen them push for the finish line with so much zeal they collapse once they are across.

And I’m always encouraged.

I never like watching people suffer.

Yet the cost for them is worth it.

I understand.

No matter how grueling the training,

despite the current situation,

no matter the cost,

I run the race to win.

I’m running toward a finish line each and every day.

It’s the reward I want.

The greatest reward:

“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

And nothing is better than those words spoken by my Savior.

He’s the reason I run.