I can't say why it just hit me today, but for some reason it did. Today it hit me that Owen is now in the post-season of his senior year of cross country. This may not sound like a big deal to most of the people who read this, but it's a very big deal to me. The lump in my throat is about as big as his shoe.
How many Saturdays have been spent yelling and running around courses, cheering this boy and his teammates on. Praying for strength, giving advice, encouraging with scripture, packing food, planning for every possible weather situation, sharing disappointment, crying with joy, and washing stinky uniforms...all these past 6 years.
Every part of it has been something to cherish as part of Owen. From the rituals of pre-race mornings, to the places I stand on the course, to the favorite, worn out shoes.
I am praying for three more races so he can stand on the start line at the state meet and give The Lord the glory for being there. And race along side his team brothers with satisfaction for all the miles and sweat and hard work together.
How I have loved being a part of his cross country years. I'm not sure why they had to go so fast, but they did. I have been cherishing every moment with him there. So, if you see me at his last three races and I look away, it's because my eyes are filled with tears.
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