To My Sisters

To My Sisters:

Over the past two weeks, two of my brilliant friends came to me sharing opportunities that have been presented to them. I asked both of them, so someone came to YOU and offered you this opportunity? They wouldn’t have offered it to you if they thought you were going to fail. Hmmm… It’s interesting at the timing of this. I drove to class listening to the beginning of a sermon and finished it up on the drive home. In it, Mike McClure, Jr., talked about “halted hope”, basically hope that once was up and then got knocked down by life. Whew! That describes the past two years of my life. As I’ve written before, I got my STUFF back, but my faith and my hope took a significant hit. And there are a couple of other ironies: first, the idea for the nonprofit came when I was at the height of my hope and faith crisis. Could it be that opportunities come at just the right time? Second, I had to face an uncomfortable truth earlier this morning. I really DO like surprises that are sprung on me. Why? Because surprise opportunities don’t give me any time or room to weasel my way out of them. I don’t know why my two friends expressed hesitation about jumping in feet first, but I am confident that both of them will do well. Might I add, this is just as much for them as it is for me. Just a week ago, I spent the entire day with my mentee and expressed my concerns about starting this nonprofit. She must have said three times, You are ready for this. I gave my rebuttal and my doubts, and she kept smiling and gave no explanation. She simply repeated, you are ready for this. Correction, Sisters: WE are ready for this. Love you lots, and I am rooting for YOU!!! XOXO the past two weeks, two of my brilliant friends came to me sharing opportunities that have been presented to them.  I asked both of them, so someone came to YOU and offered you this opportunity?  They wouldn’t have offered it to you if they thought you were going to fail.  Hmmm… It’s interesting at the timing of this.  I drove to class listening to the beginning of a sermon and finished it up on the drive home.  In it, Mike McClure, Jr., talked about “halted hope”, basically hope that once was up and then got knocked down by life.  Whew!  That describes the past two years of my life.  As I’ve written before, I got my STUFF back, but my faith and my hope took a significant hit.  And there are a couple of other ironies: first, the idea for the nonprofit came when I was at the height of my hope and faith crisis.  Could it be that opportunities come at just the right time?  Second, I had to face an uncomfortable truth earlier this morning.  I really DO like surprises that are sprung on me. Why?  Because surprise opportunities don’t give me any time or room to weasel my way out of them. I don’t know why my two friends expressed hesitation about jumping in feet first, but I am confident that both of them will do well.  Might I add, this is just as much for them as it is for me.  Just a week ago, I spent the entire day with my mentee and expressed my concerns about starting this nonprofit.  She must have said three times, You are ready for this.  I gave my rebuttal and my doubts, and she kept smiling and gave no explanation.  She simply repeated, you are ready for this.  Correction, Sisters:  WE are ready for this.  Love you lots, and I am rooting for YOU!!! XOXO