It seems that if you run my social media posts through the standard marketing algorithms, you end up targeting a woman who supports other women, does road races, and is likely to consider items with snarky, pithy or motivational sayings. Which means I get a lot of ads for t-shirts, wall art and jewelry with a particular saying:
She believed she could, so she did
I have several friends, in fact, who own the t-shirt. And they hashtag all kinds of accomplishments, large and small, with #shebelieved. Which is great, for them.
I just am not that woman. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever actually done anything remotely hard because I actually believed I could. Especially not at that “go-no go” moment when the attempt is public and real and all the “holy shit, who thought this was a good idea” chemicals start raging.
Nope. I want the wall art or bracelet or t-shirt that says
She thought she might could, so she gave it a try.
I mean, I can’t be the only woman who would buy it. There have to be a lot more of us out there who hesitate than who just “believe,” right? Women who question ourselves and our preparation. Women who still go for it – all in – but are as ready to deal with the consequences of failure as we are to celebrate every success we are fighting like hell to achieve.
I thought I might could stand in a pulpit and make sense of the scriptures for a congregation, so I gave it a try. Several hundred tries later, I am beginning to believe that the folks who affirmed that suspicion and have encouraged me to press on just might be right.
I thought I might could finish a half-marathon, so I gave it a try. Fully prepared to get swept by the team that closes a course, I finished strong. Smack in the middle of the pack. Turns out that yeah, I could!
And then I thought, I might could do it faster…
And somewhere along the way, I thought I might could mix some running into the walking. So I gave that a try. I never imagined, much less believed that I would run 75% of my next half. But the idea that I might could… that was enough to make me try.
Pretty sure this is what God sees in me, too. There are so many ways I’ve had to wade into faith, especially when the “just because” of childhood beliefs got strolled away. Trying out areas of trust, taking risks on mystery, making space for grace that would solidify, eventually.
I might could believe that love and grace are real
I might could believe that I am enough
I might could trust the people I love to your care
It’s a start, that seed of hope.
Not full-blown belief.
But enough to make me try.