Today my son participated in a power lifting competition. My sister and I went this morning to watch. We saw him do the squat and break his own state record. Some of his friends were there so we visited with them too. There was some lag time between each event, so my sister and I went to lunch. We sat outside which was nice and quiet compared to the loud rock music at the sports center to help keep the lifters hyped up. After lunch, I went back to the competition. My son had a whole new set of friends there to support him and visit with. We were all impressed by the unbelievable amount of weight that people were able to pick up. But my son has always been strong. It had always been a part of him. I have always told him it was one of the gifts God gave him and to follow the path to learn how best to use it. I watched him do the bench press followed by the deadlift. He again broke his own record in the deadlift. He came in first place for his class. I was pretty proud of him. Overall, it was a blessing of a day spending time with my sister, my son’s fiancee, visiting with young people, and being amazed by the strength my son has been gifted with.

I Found God today in my son’s strength.