at the blocks

Here it comes again, God.

backstroke start

State Championships.

loo

And I am freaking out.

I know that my identity is found in you.  I know that you are my heart’s true desire.  But— oh, do I love to swim.  Do I love my friends and dropping time and freezing water and winning and racing.  And I know this season— probably this last few months have probably been a valley in my years swimming, but I want to have a joy and peace that passes all understanding at this meet.  I want to swim my heart out and enjoy people and love the downcast at the meet.  I want to ask you for strength this meet for racing, for cheering, for accepting things I can’t change.

swim

Thank you for letting me swim. Thank you for supportive parents, teammates, friends, and other swimmers.  Thank you for the happiness it brings, but let me realize that only you bring true joy.

Let your will be done.

I love you, Jesus.

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.  Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,  though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.” – Psalms 46:1-3

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