The late summer warmth coaxed the flowers
on her tea cup into full bloom.
The other day I happened to be at the quarry close to our home.I had taken my son and his friends swimming and since they were all able to swim without too much supervision, I took an air mattress and floated in oblivion in the glorious sunshine.
The rocks at the side of this quarry pose as a spot to jump off of into the water below.
I was watching this from the luxury of my air mattress when my ears picked up the sound of a father in conversation with his daughter. She was contemplating jumping from the edge, but was unsure of herself.Her father was cheering her on, in every possible way.
It was clear he believed in her ability. It was his job to bolster her confidence and courage. Nervously she'd stand at the edge looking down into the refreshing pool below. Then she would step back to let someone else take there turn. All the while down below her father patiently kept waiting,offering her tips and advice in the most assuring manner.
My mind had drifted elsewhere, when suddenly I heard her exclaim in an exhilarating voice as she surfaced "that was the scariest thing I've done in my life!!!"
"I know, I know," was her father's enthusiastic response, "I'm so proud of you! I knew you could do it!!"
I'm touched and strangely enough, encouraged by this scene.By
the unreserved belief the father had in his daughter, the trust the daughter had in him.But most of all by the power that encouraging words have ,and the result thereof.
Encouragement is to hearts,
what sunshine is to flowers.
and we sure need a lot of it;
in this harsh world of ours.
this is a repost from last summer...I wanted to remind myself about the power of encouraging words....