Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on mighty.
Go.
I think of strength.
I think of courage and strong body and mind.
I think of a woman who is brave and confident and oh so comfortable in her own skin.
I think of a woman that can walk into a room and knows what she needs that day, what she has to accomplish, and then...gets it done.
I think of a woman that does not have fear, every day fear of failure because she knows how good she is at what she does and what she touches.
This woman still does fail but her courageous strength realizes that every stumble isn't a fall and realizes the lesson and moves past.
She doesn't shake.
She doesn't have a problem sleeping at night.
She stands up for what she believes in, she knows how to confront and state clearly and isn't afraid to back down.
I don't know if I will ever be her.
I don't know if my fears will ever stop paralyzing me, but you, you have this incredible chance.
You're so new.
You have this fearless opportunity and when you're in trouble, and your head is down and you feel bad about a choice you made, I think to myself, am I squashing her?
Am I squashing her opportunity?
Am I building her mighty or am I building her fear?
You know how I am.
You know how scared I am of my own shadow and that strength and confidence don't come easily to me.
But you, you have this opportunity...
to be...mighty.
Stop.
I often tell my friends, when they are hopeless, that I will hold hope for them. I want to hold hope for you, that it is not too late for you to come out from under the fear, that God will continue the work He has started in you. He does not give up.
Thank you! So kind of you.