I don't think that the word "proud" could even come close to what I was feeling inside as I watched him come around the corner for the finish line. So, so SO happy, joyful, proud, jubilant I was. He did it. After all his training, all his shoe-buying, everything -- he did it.
He had his goal, set his heart and mind to do it, and did it-- in 4:04.
Oh was I praying and praying in the Spirit for him. God, give him strength. Give him strength to do this. The Lord honored our prayers.
Hmm, I've also come to this conclusion:
Someday, Lord-willing, I just might live in Chicago? :)
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