This is a simple story with a big impact.Yesterday I stumbled across beauty.
It wasn’t a rainbow or a sunset. It was a highschool cross-country team, sweaty after a long run.
They were gathered on the field, hours after the rest of the school had gone home.
I saw red balloons and a sharpie. Something was happening, I just didn’t know what. I watched from afar as the coach spoke.
They broke into small groups and were writing on the balloons. They were focused and serious. What were they writing?
Then their arms huddled around each other and they started praying.
I had to catch my breath. It was a beautiful vision to see middle and high school students in such a humble state. I was thankful my daughter was part of this team.
I stepped closer to read the writing on the balloons.
I’m not good enough.
I’m too big to run.
I am a disappointment to my teammates
Emotion shot through me. These written words were the lies they quietly believed.
They stayed in huddled prayer as they took turns surrendering these lies.
Then the red balloons were symbolically released into the sky. The kids watched quietly. I stood mute.
The next morning, they ran their meet with the confidence that their worth was not determined by a time on a clock, nor their identity defined by a race. They simply ran with joy and let the lies go.
And 22 of them had a breakthrough performance.