Living Out My Mission Statement

Twenty years ago, my mother gave me a copy of “What Color is Your Parachute” by Richard N. Bolles and sat me down to write a personal mission statement.  This was supposed to be a gift.  A gift filled with her wisdom as I embarked into adulthood.  Insert eye roll from every young adult, EVER, and you have pretty good idea of my feelings on this gift at that point in my life.

The true gift was that she allowed me to humor her that day as she struggled alongside me as I wrote my mission statement.

“To bring hope and encouragement to women and children in need.”

I tucked the mission statement inside and packed the book away. I held onto a few key pieces of her advice from that day and moved away from home a few weeks later.

But that mission statement, it has never left my heart.  It has served as the foundation of everything I do and everything I have become over the last twenty years.  It has challenged me, stretched me, and made me cry more times than I can count.

Today is an exciting day for me as start a new blog series to introduce my new website.  As I launch into this next adventure in writing and speaking, I invite you to join me weekly for new doses of encouragement.