We all have gifts. Yes, YOU. I think I discovered mine at a young age. The truth is I have a sensitive soul and a very tender heart. I don't mean tender in the cry at commercials kind of way. I have a tender heart in the sense that I ache for the hurting, the broken, the defeated, the lost, the hopeless, and the weary. So my gift is words. Words that lift, encourage, inspire, give hope, and are lavished in love. And my love is people.
If you asked my roommates from two years ago what our kitchen used to look like; they'd let you in on the a little secret that they called me Betty Crocker. Every week, I was whipping up some sort of sweet treat, putting them into little bags with pink and green ribbon, attaching a tiny note, and sending out love into the world. As seasons of my life shift and changes, so does the way I use my gift, but my heart never ceases to outpour love.
However, somewhere along the lines in these past few years, I found myself fully engaged in an online community struggling to see how my gifts fit in a place where I could not physically wipe tears from eyes, show up on doorsteps with flowers, or be a phone call away in case of an emergency.
A few months ago a sweet friend sat me down, and reminded me that I have
NO idea what is going on, on the other side of the screen. And she were exactly right. As bloggers, we get to CHOOSE what we put out there, how we present it, and just how much we want to share. So more times than not, I see a picture perfect house, beautiful children, and a life that looks wonderful tied up with a pretty bow on top. So while I feel like some blogs paint a pretty life picture, it did not equal the same feelings perhaps on the inside of their hearts.
So while I battled between how do you encourage this community, I leaned on my life tagline, which is simply,
"be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting a battle." When I wake up and tell myself that every morning, it changes things. It reminds me that behind the perfect hair-do, the well-behaved children, and always folded laundry clothes, that people are hurting. So my dear sweet friend suggested that I read behind the lines to see where the hurting and aches are.
So I encourage in the cracks, the gaps, the nooks, and the crannies. And while I do have some friends online who share their hearts and guts out, there is still only so much I can do from 1000s of miles away.
There are moments when doubt creeps in and I wonder if sometimes there is such a thing as too much encouragement. But I remind myself that I've never met someone who said, "oh that girl cared too much about me" or "I wish she wouldn't love on me so much." So I always, always, always air on the side of lavishing people with love and kindness.
As I continue to cultivate online friendships, I have learned that I cannot physically show up on their doorstep. And if you know me and my heart; you realize how hard that is for me to accept. But I've learned that there are other ways to show up. My heart can arrive on their doorstep in the form of chocolate, flowers, cards, balloons, etc. And my encouraging spirit can overflow their mailbox and inbox with inspiration and love.
If YOU ever need encouragement, just go up to my contact button and let me know how I can better encourage you.