My son competed in a power lifting competition today. We watched his dog for the day and watched him compete via live stream. When it was my son’s turn, the commentator gave a little biography and goals for the meet and such as provided by my son. He even gave us a personal shout-out, which made me and my mom pretty happy. Watching it live felt just as intense as if we were there in person. I clenched my jaw and tightened my shoulders up to my ears as I helped him move the heavy weights. I was amazed as always at the amount that he can deadlift, squat, and bench press. But God gave him this strong body. At this competition, he came in first place. He was of course pretty happy and pretty wired when he came to pick up his dog. And I was pretty proud of him.

I Found God today watching my son succeed.