My son's sad face tugged at my heart and reminded me of long-ago disappointments. Just like I didn't receive the lead in the school musical but instead participated as Townsperson #37, Nolan didn't make the school's soccer team. It really hurts to want to do or be something and fall short.
The journey to finding our "sweet spot", the place where we really shine, is filled with trial, error and some failure. But finally finding that niche that we were created for is amazing.
I remember standing in front of my church speaking in front of a crowd for the first time. Even though I was so nervous that I wasn't sure I could finish without running for the trashcan, I sat down feeling so FULL. I thought, "I know most people hate doing that, but I think I was made for it." Sweet spot.
As I head for Virginia Beach today to lead a weekend retreat, I'm going to be praying for my boy. He's just at the beginning of the journey to find the purpose for which he was created. It's an arduous trip, but I can't wait to see where he lands.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Sweet Spot
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Hi Amy,
I have been reading your blog for awhile now, and thought I'd stop "lurking" and comment on how inspiring and real I find the things you have to share. Thanks! I hope you have a blessed time at your weekend retreat. May your son have all he needs to find his sweet spot too!
Oh how I wish I could hear you this weekend....
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