Life Coaching Class

I’ve been MIA for good reason.

Between getting ready to move (to FL), running kids all over town, cooking and grocery shopping, I added one more thing to my already busy life. I enrolled in a Life Coaching class with MasterCoach University (Jeffrey Sooey). Actually, let me rephrase that. I enrolled in 2 classes with him, both of which takes up every waking moment of the day. He breaks you down to build you up…and assures you are accountable in every sense by assigning partners and scheduling mastermind calls!

So not only did I enroll in these 2 classes, I also signed up 8 people to coach. What the hell was I thinking? I was overwhelmed with the positive responses, yet scared shitless with how I was going to handle it all. Needless to say, I’m almost done. I closed out 6 of the 8 free sessions and feel that assignment lighten. And not only is my load getting lighter, it felt great to have impacted the 6 lives that I did! What joy (for me) to watch others succeed…especially in areas that they’ve struggled with for some time.

Needless to say, I’m almost done. I closed out 6 of the 8 free sessions and feel that assignment lighten. And not only is my load lighter, it felt great to have impacted the 6 lives that I did! What joy (for me) to watch others succeed…especially in areas that they’ve struggled with for some time.

Until my next post…..

 

 

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Think About What You’re Thinking About

 

During my many teachings at a jail ministry that I was once a part of, this one keeps coming to my mind. I taught this lesson to the ladies who were incarcerated, but it’s applicable to all of us. I remember going in there and starting my lesson off as follows: “Ladies, tonight I want to talk about war.” I had nothing but blank stares, but I proceeded. “Not the gulf war or the political war (it was during the election season), but the war that’s going on in your mind. I want to talk about the battlefield that lies right here,” I said, tapping my finger into the side of my temple.

Now, I had everyone’s attention. My audience was desperate. They wanted answers and solutions to their problems. I, more than anyone, wanted to give it to them.

I came prepared to share my objectives. Those being: to get these women to think about what they were thinking about, to change how they thought and to alleviate any fear-based stories their mind made up.

I started with a well-known scripture: As a man thinketh in his own heart, so is he. I asked all those ladies to take a moment to really think about what they thought about.

I unleashed, without shame or remorse, “Before Christ, I thought and was a beer-drinking, boy-crazed drunk who was looking for a good time. I smoked weed, and did a few other drugs. I slept around—with A LOT of freaking guys! I broke the law probably more times than y’all. My thoughts were dark, depressing, and full of a woe-is-me mentality. I had been dealt a crappy hand growing up. I thought poor, looked poor and acted poor…”

These prisoners were identifying with me through their nods, tears, and soft responses.

I continued, “After Christ, I felt freed from a deep emptiness that consumed me for so long. I became full, whole, and, more importantly, loved. My life changed, as did my thoughts. The world, as I knew it, transformed before my very eyes with me in a leading role. How could that be, you wonder?” I paused to look each woman in the eyes.

“Two words: Happiness and Gratefulness.”

So simple…could it even be true?

I kept going, “For all my life, I thought about all the bad stuff that happened, and suffered tremendously with my own actions. My thoughts were always me-focused. Why me? Poor me? I hate my life…and on and on I would go. But, once Christ entered the picture, I was moved by joy and gratefulness. Grateful that God could not only love someone like me, but that He would forgive someone like me—FOREVER!”

I asked the incarcerated women how many of them had thought about their destiny in the courtroom. How many of them saw their sentencing, their release, prison, or drug rehab? I then pleaded with them that instead of applying the worst-case scenario to their particular situation, to give thanks—for their attorneys, the judge, the prison guards, their supportive family members. I begged them to be happy and thankful in spite of their current situation.

What I said that day was different. I brought hope into what they thought was a hopeless situation.