Leaders are readers. Ever heard that? To help you stay on top of your game, we’ve put together a list of the Top 20 best selling Leadership books of 2017, so far. Whether you read it, listened to it (what I love to do), or a combination of the two…these resources will help you be the kind of leader you want to be.
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change
by Stephen R. Covey
Extreme Ownership: How U.S. Navy SEALs Lead and Win
by Jocko Willink and Leif Babin
Start with Why: How Great Leaders Inspire Everyone to Take Action
by Simon Sinek
The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are
by Brené Brown
The Five Dysfunctions of a Team: A Leadership Fable
by Patrick Lencioni
If you’re anything like me, God often uses music to communicate something I need to hear or need help putting words to in my own life. Today was one of those times. As I drove into work, I listened to this song for the first time: https://youtu.be/4oaRYLEIeis
I immediately downloaded it and began playing it on loop for the 45 minute drive. I’m not ashamed to tell you that tears filled my eyes as I listened to the lyrics so beautifully describe the desire of my heart, but so often not the actions/words I live out.
If you have a couple minutes, I encourage you to listen to this song. Really listen to the lyrics. I know it can help you recenter on Christ, like it did for me this morning.
To Lauren (Lauren Daigle):
Thank you for your sincerity in these lyrics and your heartfelt delivery of them!
I’ve been thinking about my Dad a lot lately. It’s been 5.5 years since he passed away from cancer, but that wasn’t the first disease he/we battled with in his life. The realization came to me the other day that he was my age when he was hit with Multiple Sclerosis. As a kid, I watched my Dad go from a guy I could kick a soccer ball with, to a hospital bed for 3 months, only to come out in a wheelchair for many years to come. In that time, they also determined he had diabetes that would require injections multiple times a day indefinitely.
My Dad was never accused of being “healthy” in any form. He did drugs for years, ate too much, didn’t exercise, was angry and yelled a lot. Too many things to pass off as just “being Italian.” Even so, being a child watching him have mobility, energy, dignity stripped from him, was heartbreaking. I had to be “the man of the house”. My Mom and I had to do everything. I mean how many kids are lifting their Dad in and out of bed, or the bathtub, or the toilet? How many are loading wheelchairs into the car, check the oil in the engine and air in the tires, etc? How many go from a fairly normal income to below the poverty line because their Dad no longer works and Mom can’t because she’d had to become his nurse? I don’t say this as a sob story, it’s just my childhood story.