If you’ve read my previous posts, you’d quickly learn that I am a pretty positive person. I love to be an encouragement to those around me and I make sure that I keep my perspective as optimistic as possible. But nonetheless, I love having the reputation as an encourager.
But a lot of times, my encouragement leaves me dry because of the insecurity that can creep up inside of me. I, like many others, am fighting an internal battle…be it physically, emotionally, or mentally…no one can see it. No one sees my cystic fibrosis on the outside…most of the time. No one sees that I have to take extra naps some days or rest instead of taking care of my house and husband. Sometimes when the battles come, the cry for my personal encouragement is silenced more times than not by the simple fact that I am supposed to BE THE ENCOURAGER…not so much the encouragee (if that’s a word??).