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What I Love About Mondays: Using What I Have Where I am to do what I need to do!


During football season this year, I watched my middle son take on the role of helping the younger guys...his brother specifically.  I heard them talking one evening about tackles and the recent practice.  He said, "When you learn to use what you have-then you'll be good."  Wise. Wise. Wise.

Using what we have at hand.  Our strengths, personalities, resources and relationships are the most important professional development tool we have.  We have unique skill sets, passions and goals that God can use to serve the area we are in.

For example-I have gypsy blood or maybe its that pioneer homesteader in me but I get anxious to go.  To travel.  To drive.  To see.  To learn new things!  I'm always curious about what is over the next hill or around the next corner.  Don't tell me...let me find it!  I utilize this in my church and in my job by having the passion and desire to learn, meet new people and reach out in different areas.  It drives me to expand my thinking and the services we provide.

As a young girl during calving, we would be out checking on cows and calves in very extreme snow, cold and wind.  Once we were looking for a calf when Dad saw a breathing hole and we dug out a calf who was warm and toasty.  It was during those times that he would teach us to use what we have where we are to do what we have to do.  He would drill us...if you were caught in a blizzard-what could you use to survive?  What do you have at hand to help you?  Your knowledge of the wind and the drifting.  The saddle and what's in the saddle bags.  The shrub and the dirt and the snow.


So what do you have that you can put to use now?  
What's at hand that can build skills and resources?  
Who do we know that can help us learn a new skill or hold us accountable for growing?
How can we expand our thinking and enlarge the circle that we draw from?



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