Butterflies

The feeling in the pit of your stomach that something big is about to happen. The feeling of anxiety, and adrenaline rushing through your veins. You wish you could just relax but you know there is no turning back. You have no choice but to run the race. Your mouth is dry, your forehead is hot, the race is about to begin but will it ever end? Oh how I long for that elusive finish line. Lord God let me run well. May my steps be sure.