Dear Grand Old Party – I just wanted to take a moment to suggest a strategy for you as you head into your convention in a couple of weeks. I know that Donald Trump has long been the presumptive nominee, swept into his high estate by a large number of people who are either very,… Continue reading An Open Letter to the GOP
If you try to make people happy all the time, then you’re not a leader – you’re a clown. – John Maxwell
I had the privilege of being part of the live event Chick-fil-A Leadercast 2013 today. Not only did I get to hear some amazing speakers (Andy Stanely, Dr. Henry Cloud, John Maxwell, Mike Krzyzewski, and more) I was inspired about my future. I came away feeling much better about what God has for me, and what I can do with the talents and gifts He’s given me.
On a personal note, the quote from Maxwell really speaks to some of the things that I’ve been learning about myself; I have always been someone who tried to take responsibility for the feelings of others. I wouldn’t say I was a people pleaser, but for the people I most love and care for, I usually go out of my way to help them as best I can. It sounds admirable until you realize that you are living your life at the mercy of other people’s emotions.
And that’s no way to live.
So I’m learning to let go of things that aren’t mine to begin with. I’m learning that people being disappointed that I didn’t fix their problem(s) doesn’t make me a bad person. I’m discovering that when I live for God and His will above all else, I am happier, healthier and above all else, free.
Maybe you’ve felt the same way in your life. If so, please know that there is freedom.
You don’t have to be the clown.
Once upon a time, I was a huge baseball fan. Then, Bud Selig happened, and I pretty much only follow the Atlanta Braves now. If you know anything about the Braves, you know that this season will be different from any in the previous 20 years: there will be no Chipper Jones on the field.… Continue reading Post-Legendary
Dear Ella and Jon – Both of your great-grandfathers served in World War II in the European theater. Pop Emmette, your Nonna’s father, was assigned to a postmasters’ outfit in France just before the final collapse of Berlin. Pop Harold, your Poppy’s dad, was a quartermaster with the Army who helped with the final supply… Continue reading A Letter to My Children: The Debt Ceiling, Politicians, and My Failure as a Father