The Professional Encourager

My friend, Mimi, is a Professional Encourager. Honestly. She has the business card to prove it. God gave her the gift of fearlessness, and she uses it, REALLY uses it to tell anyone in her path how great they are.

Two years ago, I saw Mimi at a reunion for Miss America contestants. We hadn’t seen each other for 15 years, when we ourselves competed for the top crown.

It was a fun, but emotional reunion for me. As we reminisced, I didn’t even recognize the girl in the photos– and that girl was ME!

Throughout the week, little by little, Mimi reminded me that I was still strong, I was still  brave and I still had the power to change people’s lives… including my own.

Mimi was my own personal, professional encourager.

Fast forward to today– or yesterday actually– I’m in San Antonio for a Christian women’s conference. The same San Antonio that Mimi lives in…  So, I got a ride right to Mimi’s front door so I could tell that beautiful woman in person just what an effect her encouragement has had on my life. Only I didn’t tell Mimi I was coming.

Nothing, NOTHING surprises Mimi. She is hmmm, let’s say… outgoing. That’s a bit of an understatement. She is always catching people off-guard by fearlessly telling them they are wonderful and gifted. Well, this time, it was the other way around. I got her! And, even though it’s blurry, I have the picture to prove it!

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In honor of Mimi, I hope today you will be brave, be bold and tell someone they are AWESOME!

 

The Perks of Small-Town Living

I’m starting to learn the perks of small-town living… the babysitter I left my kids with these past two days is the cousin of my son’s football coach, who is the husband of my son’s third grade teacher, who is the sister-in-law of my daughter’s fifth grade teacher. Think any of my kids got away with ANYTHING while I was gone? Doubtful… and doubtful they ever will again!

Grateful

Everyday I try to write down something for which I am grateful. I have to admit that most of the time, I’m pretty materialistic. I sit there thinking for about 5 minutes, then end up jotting down something about a warm house, money to buy groceries and a bed to sleep in.
Healthy kids and a faithful husband have also made the list, but I feel like that’s sort of cheating, because OF COURSE I should be grateful for those things.

Today however, I was overwhelmed with gratitude for something I had never thought of before. I am grateful that my kids (10 & 8) aren’t embarrassed by me yet. How do I know? Yesterday, while waiting in the Pick Up Your Kids Here Car Lane I got bored. So, I used all of the rubber bands in the minivan to create a unicorn horn. On myself.

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When the kids hopped in, I was decked out and awfully pleased with my own sense of humor. They giggled and said, “What’s with the new look?” as their teachers and friends looked on curiously and cautiously. Then this morning, as kids started piling off the bus in front of the school, I began singing HAPPY BIRTHDAY at the top of my lungs to one of the kids exiting the bus. He (a newly 9 year old) took off running, while my kids again stood there and laughed.
I know, I KNOW they won’t always find me humorous. I know that day is coming. But it’s not today. And I thank God for that.