Tonight I prepare.

Prepare to take part.

To put into competition what was accomplished at practice.

The run. The poles. The bravery. The fight. All gifts given for me to use.

My heart is excited.

And nervous.

But mostly excited!

The beautiful thing about my God is that He never gives up on me. Though He may prune me; He may test me; He may let falter and fail… He never leaves me and He always has in mind the¬†very best. And for that, I trust Him. Even when it hurts. In it all He has readied me. So here we go.¬†Flagstaff here I come.