When we have great talent, we attract great talent. When we have attracted great talent, we create great results. When we have great results, we attract even greater talent. I’ve found when you do your best to tell and encourage great stories, the right characters keep showing up.
A fog is no good, especially if you’re a leader. People need you to have clarity, to know what the priorities are, to know where they fit in the mission and to be encouraged and reminded all the time. So, every few months (not on schedule, more like whenever the fog sets in) I step over to the white board and clarify everything I’m doing. Amazingly, when I’m done, life no longer feels complicated and all goals seem reasonable.
Our fears lead us to lonely and crazy places. We often run from the wrong things. Sometimes we end up fighting ridiculous battles against imagined enemies. Often what we fight or evade are the very things destined to bless us.
How quickly I get discouraged and wonder why I don’t feel content or why work is so hard sometimes. Maybe it’s because it’s supposed to be. Maybe it’s to remind us that things are broken here. When we don’t find wholeness here on earth, we are forced to look forward and upward. When I see it this way, the breaking of things is a promise for the whole that is coming.
Recently I read (listened to on audio) Willpower by Roy Baumeister and John Tierney and took great interest in their findings about how willpower actually works. Citing study after study (perhaps too many for an otherwise enjoyable read) Baumeister and Tierney argue willpower actually comes from the muscle of the mind and that it can be strengthened.
Vulnerability is a hot topic right now, and I couldn’t be more thrilled about it. Not only have I realized I have a lot to work on, but I’ve become more aware and thankful for the people in my life who model vulnerability well. But I’ve also learned there are people who model vulnerability poorly. Here’s what I mean..
In John 6, Jesus loses some of his followers after He tells them they have to eat his flesh and drink His blood. I imagine they thought he was crazy. And I would have thought he was crazy too. But it was the twelve disciples who remained. And why?
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Grappling with Control and the Fear of Dying
Getting Over My Guilt About Not Doing Christian Ministry