She said, “I think you can do it.” Six words of dynamite blew my hesitancy and defeat to shreds.
Previous to this, I was not convinced I could do it. I’d proven myself a failure time and time again. But I listened to her. I believed her. I trusted – her.
Then it dawned on me. This is the same empowering stance I’d taken with my children as they were growing up: believe in them. Believe the best about them, and they will rise to meet that expectation. Believe God for abundance and believe they will seek Him for the blessing only He can give.
The shoe – it’s on the other foot. A woman young enough to be my child is telling me she believes in me. She believes God will provide for me. She believes I will seek God and trust Him to lead me safely to the other side of this trial. The impact is both humbling and enabling.
I am touched by this angel of mercy, touched deeply in some spot in my heart that anchors me to hope. She believes in God’s promises and she believes in me to claim them. I must also believe…..