I’ve always been a bit of a cheerleader.
Not THAT kind of cheerleader!
But the kind that stands alongside the road handing cups of water to the struggling stragglers in the far back of a marathon.
Because I believe in doing your best and finishing the race, even if it’s hard and even if it’s not pretty.
I also think that often the difference between giving up and giving in or going on and getting done is courage.
Not the “in your face I’m gonna fight you” courage of action movies but the quiet, everyday courage of simply carrying on when you’re tired, worn down and empty of hope.
And the thing about courage is this: I can lend you some of mine.
That’s really what cheer leading is all about-calling courage to another heart, lending courage from the sidelines.
So many wounded hearts are walking around, barely holding onto hope, and all it takes is a few minutes, a few words, an outstretched hand, a smile, an open door or a pat on the back to strengthen their grip.
So when you see that downcast face, that defeated stooping shoulder, that exasperated mama toting three kids into the grocery store-don’t turn away.
Hand a cup of kind words in the name of Jesus.
Help a heart hold onto hope.