Training camp is 3 months (92 days) from today. I am too excited and terrified for words. So much to do. There is not much room left on my dry erase board that has my packing and to do lists on it.

I'm having trouble believing that I will get the money raised. I'm also having trouble being assertive in asking for help. My mom told me tonight that she was at a party where many people said they were planning to donate soon, so I feel better. This is one of the few times I am grateful for having pushy parents. GOD continues to bless me moment to moment. I've felt the devil try to dissuade me lately, so I started reading "Screwtape Letters" by C.S. Lewis, which always makes me rethink the Enemy's hold on me. Simply the Mighty One has amazing plans set for me I just need to be patient.