He had to wrestle last night and due to a confluence of events, got bumped up to varsity and to a higher weight class. He was really nervous. He looked at me across the gym and made the “pray for me” sign. So I prayed, he wrestled, I yelled. Hey, it works for us. He never did get pinned, and he gave that kid a royal run for his money. The other kid was finally getting mad, which made Jamison happy as all get out. If you know our son at all, you know right off that he doesn’t roll over and play dead for anyone just because it may have been suggested.
God has a plan for that one, I know it.