I was with my dad in the parking lot of my least favorite place to shop. All of a sudden a police woman ran up to the man about 4-5 yards in front of me.  She had what I think was a tasor gun pointed at him and told him to get on the ground. The man was crying and scared, as he should have been. I was of course in shock and scared and it took me a few minutes to slowly back away.  After I got over the initial shock, that woman became my hero.  Not just because she caught a potential "bad guy" but because she performed her job with such confidence. 

I pray daily for confidence.  I struggle between the balance of being caring and understanding and being tough.  I do think it's possible to do both but I also think it's unfortunate that I have to live in a world where the latter is a necessity.  In kindergarten my favorite section to play in in the classroom was the area with the little kitchen and the babies.  I simply loved being a little "mommy."  It's where I felt the most comfortable and at home.  I was in my element.  Over the past few years I have been completely thrown out of my element.  Being separated from my children and the place where I grew up has been extremely difficult.  I have no doubt in my mind that what I'm going through right now is helping to develop my "toughness"  however I think it is increasing my understanding and capacity to do good.  As long as I keep looking to God for answers, I have no doubt that he will help me become the confident person that he knows I can be.