The past couple of days of practice have been fantastic! Yesterday, though the legs and body were lazy from a long weekend, we actually got much acomplished.  We brought out the spring board so that I could get off the ground without much effort, and really work on my in-flight dynamics (which is the best part anyways, who wouldn’t wanna fly upside down!?).  Today we got back on the runway and took a couple more jumps over the bar.  Again clearing 11, it was good to work on a few kinks and be reminded that when competition arises, I only have three attempts… its go big or go home!  I am so excited for Saturday!  And as I prepare for my first meet back on the track, I was reminded in my devotions just what this whole thing is about.  Christ.  So rather than any more of my words, I’ll leave it to our friend Mr. Spurgeon to finish out the evening:

“Blessed is he who watches…” Rev 16:15 (that’s John not Spurgeon 🙂

“We die daily,” said the apostle. This was the life of the early Christians; they went everywhere with their lives in their hands. We are not in this day called to pass through the same fearful persecutions: if we were, the Lord would give us grace to bear the test; but the tests of Christian life, at the present moment, though outwardly not so terrible, are yet more likely to overcome us than even those of the fiery age. We have to bear the sneer of the world-that is little; its blandishments, its soft words, its oily speeches, its fawning, its hypocrisy, are far worse. Our danger is lest we grow rich and become proud, lest we give ourselves up to the fashions of this present evil world, and lose our faith. Or if wealth be not the trial, worldly care is quite as mischievous. If we cannot be torn in pieces by the roaring lion, if we may be hugged to death by the bear, the devil little cares which it is, so long as he destroys our love to Christ, and our confidence in him. I fear me that the Christian church is far more likely to lose her integrity in these soft and silken days than in those rougher times. We must be awake now, for we traverse the enchanted ground, and are most likely to fall asleep to our own undoing, unless our faith in Jesus be a reality, and our love to Jesus a vehement flame. Many in these days of easy profession are likely to prove tares, and not wheat; hypocrites with fair masks on their faces, but not the true-born children of the living God. Christian, do not think that these are times in which you can dispense with watchfulness or with holy ardour; you need these things more than ever, and may God the eternal Spirit display his omnipotence in you, that you may be able to say, in all these softer things, as well as in the rougher, “We are more than conquerors through HIM that loved us.”