As Good as it Gets
Often
when we think of goodness or someone who is good to us we think of people who
praise us, buy us things, do things for us, something similar to kindness, we
want to feel as if we benefited in some way. An often times when these things
are done we tend to brag on the person and say this person is so “good” to me. However I have been
blessed me with people in my life who have also been “good” to me in a different kind of way.
One of
the things I love to do is host public events, host on the radio and even host TV shows. So one of the first times I had the opportunity to host a show on
the radio I got so excited. I blasted
the message on Facebook and I set up the radio before I left home so my mom and
entire family could listen to me. I got on the show and the vibe and energy
was just how I hoped it would be; exciting and engaging. We had so much fun, I left feeling so hyped. I know being in this atmosphere was a part of
my calling, this was one of the things I was born to do. On top of that, I got
text from a few friends saying; “Good job” and “Great show”. The producers in the studio even asked when I
would be back because they also loved my energy.
Now for those who know me well, you
would know that my love language is “words
of affirmation” so by this time you also know that my smile was WIDE and I
was on cloud 15! So as I drove home I became even more excited about all of the
praise that my family was also going to give me, that this smile just wouldn’t
leave my face. When I walked in the door in my excitement I asked “So how did
you like the show?” My mom and sister told me to sit down, at this time my
smile began to fade and I’m thinking “For what?” “I was good right?” they said “yeah….but
we have a list”. “A list ? Burr? A list for what? “ They then went through
this long list of things I could have done better, needless to say, they killed
my buzz and my ego was completely deflated. The overall “It was still good” at
the end of their list, served as no cushion, I was upset. After calming down, I
prayed about their advice and how they assured me, they only said it to help. They
loved me so much they wanted me to always do my best. God reminded me that
despite any natural talent you may have there is always room for improvement
and if you’re serious about this passion, you have to be serious enough to take
critiques that are given out of love and apply it to your craft. Sometimes we find it hard to take criticism.
We feel if someone wants to be “good” to us, they’ll simply tell us the things
that we want to hear; the things that make us feel “GOOD”, instead of trying to
rain on our parade.
God places people in our lives to
show us goodness that sometimes hurts but helps, because this is how He often
shows us His love for us. God is good to us ALL the time, even when he is
correcting us. We brag on God when he blesses us with everything we ever
wanted, but we don’t brag when He is teaching us patience and revealing our
selfish egos and insecurities. If God is
taking you through a trying time, don’t doubt his timing, He is still doing
good work, he is doing good by protecting you, hiding you, correcting you and
preparing you. The discipline, the critique, the molding is hard, I know trust
me, but it’s because of His goodness that He chooses to correct you in love.
Instead of praising you when He knows there are things He still needs to
develop in you.
A lot of us don’t keep family or friends close
who will critique or correct us when we need it, but if their doing it out of
love, I encourage you to keep them around. Have at least one friend or family
member who can be REAL enough to “check you” and give you a constructive loving
way to improve, because that kind of love is benefiting you more than you could
ever know. I am not the best radio
personality, but I am better than I was on my first show because people who
really loved me, showed me goodness by being brave enough to critique me and help
me to be better. So remember that sometimes a little tough love is as Good as it Gets!
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