Tell Them

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I didn’t know I was a writer.  I didn’t know I was a speaker.  I didn’t know I was a leader.  I didn’t know these things about myself until someone else told me and someone else believed in me.  Then, I tried to believe them myself.

It’s easier for me to doubt.  It’s tougher to believe.

If asked, I might have been able to tell you I thought those things were in me somewhere, but what would I do with them.

It seems others around us see things we don’t see in ourselves and believe in us more than we believe in ourselves.  When you see it and believe it in someone you know, risk telling them.

A thirsty plant only needs a little water to blossom.  Imagine what might become if you “watered” those around you that might be greater than they know.


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Beautiful People

Even beautiful people are insecure about how they look.

I was at a café with some friends once when two attractive young women came in and stood in line behind us.  As they were talking, I overheard one of them say how she wished her hair looked like one of the other young women in the restaurant. Yet, she was beautiful herself.  How could she wish she looked like someone else? It was then that it occurred to me that none of us are really happy with how we are.  In some way, however small it may be, we wish something was different about us, even beautiful people.

So, why would I worry about looking different if everyone else is thinking the same thing? They don’t care about how I look, only how they look.

Not one person on the magazine covers we see at the grocery store actually looks like that.  And, if we really knew, many of the people we hold so dear for their good looks aren’t happy with themselves anyway.  So, why would I want to look like them and why give any more energy to it? Apparently, if I looked like them, I wouldn’t be happy anyway.

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She’s Watching Me

It’s Sunday morning, and I’m shaving for church.  My daughter sits on the counter watching me.  I show her the shaver and how it doesn’t cut skin, just the whiskers.  She tries it herself.  I enjoy this special moment as she watches me with such curious eyes.  I smile.

Today she’s watching me shave.

Tomorrow she’ll be watching to see if I’m honest, a hypocrite, loving, sincere – safe.

Whether we both realize it or not, she’s always watching.

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