Here's another fun fact I forgot to put in my bio section: I'm a huge Olympics nerd. I love it. I wasn't the star athlete of my high school (that's hilarious), I haven't experienced near what these competitors have, but I still can't get enough. One theory I have is that I'm drawn to the tradition of it all, you know, the pomp and circumstance, the patriotism (for ANY country), the inspiring music, the ceremony, I just eat it up! Another theory, I have a crazy competitive side to me. So tonight I'm waiting to watch the U.S. womens gymnastics team compete. "The Fab 5" as they're being called, are getting ready to show the world what the U.S. has to offer. Mom then askes Dad, "Did you already see their results on the news earlier?" That was met with a devistatingly prompt, "Yep, they won the gold." It was like some tv show as I tried my absolute best to stop his words with my slow motion "Nooooooooo." And that was that. Not the end of the world as I know it, but Jordyn Weiber is about to take the mat and I suddenly had much less interest. This hasn't been the first spoiler since the games started thanks to that 6 hour time difference, and it surely won't be the last.
This always reminds me of something I've heard my former youth pastor, now pastor, say a million times. Frank used to be our high school football coach and the sports mindset always comes easy to him. He's said, "Isn't it nice to know that in life, we already know the final score?" I can't tell you how much time I spend worrying about anything and everything. If I'm honest with you, most frequently, my mind doesn't move off of the subject of that large sum of money I need to raise for my Race. But even in the past I've wasted energy on school, friends, work, my FUTURE (that's a big one, hence the big letters), etc. 'Wasted' sounds like a harsh word; I'm not saying my school, friends, work and future are un-inportant by any means. However, as I'm sitting there spectating my life, on the edge of my seat, biting my nails, heart beating faster in anxiousness, wouldn't it be wonderful to sit back and take comfort in my Father? I'm going to go on this Race, with my support raised and confidence that it'll be great. I'm going to take the next 15 months and see God do amazing things in my life and others. And then, life will go on after the Race and those amazing things don't have to stop! I'm going to "win" at the end of this life. I'm going to survive. Why? Because I already know the final score. Because I have the one person on my team that I'd ever need. And that's a spoiler alert I don't mind AT ALL.
