MODEL THE WAY
The foundation of
my leadership is much bigger than simply emulating someone. From a spiritual standpoint, Jesus say to me,
“Well done, good and faithful servant.
You were faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many
things; enter into the joy of your Master.”
(Matthew 25: 23, New American Standard Bible) God has brought into my life people that have
invested in my in order to grow my skills, and now it is my turn to invest in
others. I do not believe in
coincidences, God has placed these people in my life for a purpose.
Modeling the way
is learning the good, bad and the ugly from those who are in life. However, in the end, I ask myself what is it
can I learn from that person? Growing
up, it was not always perfect, far from it.
I witnessed the struggle my parents went through as my Dad was ‘climbing
the corporate ladder’ as he balanced family, job, church, and even elected
office. I have learned valuable lessons
from watching my Dad as I grew up. Even
though the early years were difficult, I saw a Dad (and Mom) who worked through
their difficulties, yet were committed to each other’s. Their faith and vows were the bedrock of
their lives and our family.
As I married, I
took the ‘good, bad, and the ugly’ from the experiences growing up and took
time to learn from each of them. I
learned what not to do in a marriage and daily work to minimize those
aspects. The great things I witness my
Dad doing, I do the best to emulate those.
Finally, there will always be ugly times, times where everything is
going wrong and there is no one to blame- this is what I call life!
Whether it is
being gone for long periods of time from deployments or working through my
wife’s miscarriages; I must show patience, understanding, grace and love to
those around me. God has shown me
immense grace on a daily basis, and that requires me to do the same to
others. I love my parents, wife, family
and those I count as friends. Like a
clay model, modeling the way is a continual process, and hope my children see
in me what I saw in my Dad.
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