New year and new words… here we go with a 5 min unedited post on ‘encouragement’ with the #FMFparty #fiveminutefriday gang over with Lisa-Jo Baker.
Some days I want to run and hide. Take the covers and put them over my head. Sometimes I want to stay silent, to avoid confrontation, to swallow my words. Some times I want to look away, avoid the suffering, walk on by. Some days I let my fear swallow up my existence, my purpose and my passion.
My life turns quiet, ineffective, and invisible, because of that fear.
What I need is courage. What I need is a sense of a crowd cheering me on, waving my flag, telling me to run through the burn and cross that finish line. What I need is backup. What I need is someone to tell me not to be passive and self-excusing, and to take some responsibility and make some difference. To care. To love, to get my hands and heart dirty, take the pain on the chin, and to jolly well LIVE.
People in my life, who get in my face and cheer me on make a difference. That’s what encouragement is. It’s the difference between me having the grace to LIVE, or to walk along in some kind of living death. Sometimes it comes in a look, the sort of look that stops me in my tracks and tells me they’re proud, or they’re disgusted, or they know I can do better. The athlete doesn’t often thank the coach at the time when they’re being yelled at to push through and deliver a better performance. But when they’re on the podium, having crossed the finish line and won a medal – it’s then that the coach gets the honour due.
It’s not always a popular job, encouragement. But it’s worth it.