I'm not speaking about the skirt wearing, cheer yelling, ponytail sporting (it makes me smile to think of how the style of the ponytail changes from era to era) girls whom I love, although I would be happy to write a cheery little blog about them. I'm speaking of being a cheerleader for the folks in our lives.
I want to cheerlead, every time and every place. I want people to know I'm on their side, cheering for them. I want them to count on me to be singing their praises, both when they are down and out and when they have victories.
When my people "get it right" in their families, I want them to hear me say "I knew you would". When shit hits the fan in their families, I want to be the one saying, "Keep pressing on. You'll see the fruit someday. Let's go get coffee."
When one of my posse hates her job, I want her to hear me say "I'm praying for wisdom. I know you can see this through, but if you feel you should leave, I'm cheering for your new job". When my girl is slaying her job, I want to send her a starbucks card to celebrate!!!
When folks are loving on people and worshipping the Father and living in community, whether in the place I'm at or somewhere else, I want to SEE those great things happening and say "I LOVE what you're doing." When life is hard and community is messy, I want to be there, cheering "keep pressing on. You're doing a good work. God has you right where he wants you."
Mr. Wood and I were talking about this very thing the other night, as there have been occasions for us when folks in our lives did the opposite, telling us "that's enough of that little stuff you're doing....now come do what we think you should do" or "why would you do that, it's headed nowhere". Frankly, even if I AM headed nowhere, I want my people to cheer me on as I go. Hahahahah.
Cheerleading...it's so important. The opposite of cheerleading...it's so hurtful. I want to always and forever be one of the ones cheering.
