Champions.

So shall we ever know what champions suffer....not really because we never see them behind the scenes all we see is them reach the finishing line and we as spectators jump to the cheering rejoicing in their victory but never being there at the tearful practices, at the endless training at the moments of exhaustion and near giving up. We never know the times they struggle with thier identity and own personal fears & anxieties. They keep going because the world is expecting them to perform and never gives grace to bear with their humanity.

Would we rather be spectators then than champions, would we be willing to join the track race and make it to the end, would we be willing to be subject to meeting the cost and reaching the goal still knowing that its going to take every thing away from us so we are left to the mercy of the whistle bearer.

Champions, who are we??? Who are we?? We are people who take every tear and wipe it off our brows, we take every strain, every crushing, every abuse, every push and we look up and we determine that we will reach the end, we are people who have purposed that no matter the crushing, the intense practice, the numerous shoutings from our captain, the squeezing from our coach that we will smile knowing that the coach knows exactly what the outcome will be.....and then our eyes will be opened and infront of us we will see the garden of Gethsamane and the cross standing in such elegance crowned with glory and we will rejoice and ask the coach to push us some more because the end is worth fighting for and going for.....

My dear champion am on the race too am in the ring, am on the pitch and am going to give the biggest 'slam dank' ever and i will look out for you being certain that you too will be there.....

Phoebe