I’ll never forget the day my attitude towards other women changed.
I’m not sure when in my life I became a crabby, not caring lady, but I did. Maybe it was all the kids, or work, or the fact I had hidden away and focused only on my writing. When I started coaching, I was soaking up every training I could, and through it all there was one common theme: a genuine desire to want to help other people.
I didn’t want to help anyone.
As a Christian, that is the COMPLETE opposite of what Christ talked about.
As a normal human being, that is the saddest statement I ever heard.
That night I took a hard look at myself, and realized, I had to change because the women I was becoming, was not who I wanted to be.
I joined mom groups, and began listening, really listening, to other women out there. Man, did my heart break. There are so many women who are broken, hurting, and desperate for a connection.
This cold heart melted, and for the first time in years, I wanted to help. I wanted to do whatever I could to help these women.
My goal then became to be strong. When I see someone on their knees, I want to have the strength to lift them up.