If you’ve been reading my blog for any amount of time, you know that I often sign off by telling you “I believe in you.” I have no idea how that comes through the screen and meets you, but I say it — over and over again — because I just want you to know that whatever you are facing down today, I truly do believe in you. And, I very much believe that it matters to have someone cheering you on. Hopefully, you have a giant screaming tribe in your actual, real life. People who are just nuts about you and tell you all the time that you are gold. But if by chance you don’t, you can always come here, and I will always tell you that I believe in you.
I believe in your capacity to heal, grow, breathe, begin again, get well, be brave, launch out, lean in, get quiet, be brazen. I really do.
So on this Friday, and every day, as you end your week and you head into your weekend — whatever it all holds — I want you to know, once again, I believe in you.
Perhaps you’re trying to be brave in a situation that’s feeling off, as we talked about on Tuesday. Maybe you’re starting something new. Or you’re ending something old (a habit, an old story, a ritual you need to let go of).
We all need someone to look us in the eye and say: I believe in you. So, I’m saying it to you, and I’m encouraging you to pass this along to someone who you believe in. Tell them. Let them know. Send them a text. Forward them this post. Write it on their FB page. Whisper it in their ear. “Hey, in case I’ve never told you, I believe in you.”
And, let’s find a moment to quiet down this weekend, so we can hear the still small voice of God himself reminding us, moment by moment, “Hey daughter, I believe in you.” “Hey son, I believe in you.”
Because I do,