Harold Myra Winning Words of Champions, p.14 download PDF   Lord, I know how Paul wanted me to compete; to fight my laziness, my selfishness, my desire to quit, my tendency to shove God into a corner, and run my life my way. Competition grinds away my complacency, it polishes and lifts – lifts me to heights I didn't think possible. Competition demands my best, and that is of you. I don't have to hate the guy who beats me – I can admire his ability, if God is in me Must I envy every time someone paints a great painting, or makes an "A" or hits a home run? Or can I rejoice in their art, their intelligence, their power? I am a child of God, unique, loved. I don't have to be what they are! Help me take that to the ballfield, Lord.    Return to Home Page | Specials, Blessings & Prayers | Apple Seeds Archives | Articles & Publications | Church/Religious links | Gleanings | Fr. Brian's Photo Galleries | Academic & Education | Athletics & Sports | Digital Tool Shed | Medical, Health & Wellness | Recipes & Food