coaches, think that.” I glanced at the head coach and he nodded and smiled. “But if you have a split second to spare, look down at that block and imagine the word accepted written on it with your name. Hear your heavenly Father saying for all to hear, ‘This one is mine.’ Imagine him whispering in your ear: ‘I really, really love you. I am already pleased with you!’ “And then,” I added, “swim your tail off! Not because acceptance is waiting for you at the end of the race—but because you already have it.”
