Balcony People
My grandma Grace
was a fiery redhead, and the principal of a unique high school for pregnant
teenage mothers. We could not walk through a grocery store in Niagara Falls
without someone stopping us. There were always moms who would update us
on their children and successes; profusely thanking my grandmother for giving
them a second chance.
My wonderful
grandmother passed away three years ago. I still miss her and know I lost a
true personal cheerleader. On her obituary, wonderful things were written, but
one woman’s words summed up my grandmother.
"There are some people in
the 'balconies' of our lives who cheer us on, energizing us by their warm
affirmations.
They are tank refillers. They
fill our hearts’ empty reservoirs with words that offer comfort, peace, love,
and care. Everyone needs a balcony person at one time or another, one who will
come alongside of us to lend an ear for listening, a shoulder for crying, a
boost when down, or a clap when lacking courage.
Do you have a balcony person in
your life? One who cheers you on, who lifts you up when you are down?
I did. Her name was Grace
Crowell."
I am tired of being someone who
feels a tinge of jealousy in the shadow of someone’s beauty or giftedness. Let’s
be balcony people – cheering someone on with a proud smile and ignite them with
our words of heart-felt encouragement.
“Words kill, words give life; they’re either
poison or fruit—you choose.” – Proverbs 18:21