The sky was dark, but the field was flooded with light. The cold night air against my sweat-drenched skin made me chill even more. I felt like I was going to faint.

The sound of people screaming in both sides of the stands buzzed in my ears. I heard both the words "Eagles" and "Giants", but I could barely comprehend what they meant at this point. The only thing that existed was me and the goalpost, staring down at me like a giant just waiting to crush me. I glanced away to calm my nerves, and I saw my best friend Jonathan kneeling in front of me, waiting for defense to toss him the ball so I could attempt my field goal.

My fifty-one yard field goal.

Fifty. One. Yards.

I was short. I was small. I was weak. I even had to kick into the wind. I couldn't do this!

The team was going to lose the state championship, all because of me! We had all worked so hard, and I was going to ruin all of it!

A shrill whistle echoed through the air. The Giants had called a time out. I breathed out, relieved that our demise had been delayed, at least.

"David!" Coach Taylor called as he ran out onto the field. I ran, too, and met him halfway.

"David," Coach said sternly, "are you telling yourself you're gonna miss this kick?"

"Coach, it's too far!"

"Listen, David, do you believe that God can help you make this kick?"

…Did I? I looked down.

"Do you believe it, David?" Coach persisted.

I looked back up at him. "Sure, if he wants to."

"So do I," Coach said, grasping my shoulder pad. "But you have to do your best and leave the results up to him."

The next thing I knew I was walking back out onto the field.

This isn't humanly possible... I thought.

You're right, David. It's not humanly possible. Now you give it your best and let me do the rest.

That thought hadn't been the product of my mind...God?

I took the kicking stance that Jonathan had taught me to help me kick straight instead of wide left and wide right.

I looked around to calm my nerves…what? My normally wheelchair-bound father was standing – standing – on his own, in the area below the stands! His arms were raised high above his head, reminiscent of a football goal.

My father is standing.

Realization flooded through me.

Nothing is impossible!

"God…help me make this kick!" I pleaded out loud.

I couldn't do this on my own, but with Him I could!

The wind stopped. And then started again…blowing from behind me!

"Take it now!" Coach yelled. "Take it now!"

Jonathan caught the ball.

Come on, David…time to choose the narrow way!

I ran forward and kicked with all my might. Somehow my feet ended up off of the ground, and I landed on the green turf flat on my back. I caught a glimpse of the ball sailing through the air.

"The kick is up…it's on its way!" the announcer called. "It's long enough, it's high enough, does it have the distance – it does! It's good! The Eagles have won! The Shiloh Eagles have defeated the Richland Giants! I cannot believe what I've just seen!"

Cheers erupted throughout the stadium. What had just happened?

I was jerked out of my trance as Jonathan pulled me off the ground and hugged me excitedly. "Man, we won! We won! I can't believe this, we WON!"

It hit me. The game was over! We had defeated the Giants! This was impossible!

…No, it wasn't.

I looked up at the flag, now flowing in the direction that my kick had.

"Thanks," I whispered.