Who believes in you and your dream?
If you are a woman that has tasted a few decades of life with a punch in the gut of abuse, divorce, cancer scare, deaths, and or betrayal, you may wonder why dream? What is it worth? Who believes in me anyhow? And do I even believe in myself?
Don’t give up on you, your life, or your purpose. I believe in you and every woman that lands here that GOD is not done with us until our last breath!
I help women leaders’ laser focus on truth to convert their pain points to purpose, as they don’t know how or what is next –through coaching we work together.
Who believes in you and your dream?
Let me share a quick Christmas story with you to give you a peek of who believed in me years ago.
While tucked in my twin bed upstairs in the old house I heard my parents’ open doors, unpack, wrap, and whisper as Mr. & Mrs. Claus. My imagination ran wild and the electricity of excitement flew through my veins anticipating, wondering, and pondering what could be under the tree this year. Shhh, stop, listen, go to sleep, as morning will come sooner. Ease your body into sleep and rest I whispered.
I awakened! The house was quiet, still dark. Stillness. What time was it? I peeked at my round clock where hands showed and glowed, 5:50. We couldn’t get up until 6:00 a.m., as we had tried once at 3:00 a.m. And my parents laid down the law, “No, go back to bed and stay there until 6:00.”
I waited. Silence.
I heard a stirring from the hallway. Whispers, two sets, my brothers, jostling and juggling for the stairway, slowly they crept down the squeaky wooden steps.
Slowly I left my bedroom and tipped toed down the rickety steps holding onto the paneled walls and stepped into the living room. The brilliant lite tree ricocheted its red, blue, green, and yellow lights all over the paneled living room walls. And there center stage was the largest Christmas gift I had ever seen sitting in our living room. I stood there, staring, and stunned, as there was only one person receiving that gift—ME!
I ran my hand over the top shiny wooden surface and waited for all to hurry up and get into the living room. Pacing around it, eyeing the four drawers on each side and the longer drawer in the middle, I was in disbelief. Finally, I was allowed to open my gift.
I touched the top part, and ran my hands over the ribbing of a roll-top desk and slid it up and open. OH, so perfect! Little cubby holes were lined up across the top inside of the desk and one little drawer for pencils and pens was tucked neatly between the cubbies. And of course, one long desk top to spread out my writing tools. It was the most beautiful roll top desk I had ever seen.
Who believes in you and your dream?
Today, that same desk with nicks and wear from seven moves and six homes is still with me. We were a farm family of seven and that desk was a bit BIG and costly of a gift. Sacrificial love was on display with a punch of belief in a child’s dream. The unspoken message was like a foreshadowing of my teaching gift and also for later years in my life when I would teach through the written word.
What about you, think of one person that believed in you? Love to read. Go ahead and share.
And if this stirred your heart, is there a buried craft in you that you want to resurrect? If so, I help women leaders’ laser focus on truth to convert their buried creative craft (writing, artist, and musician) and resurrect it through private coaching to launch into their life purpose.
I do believe in YOU and coach women! Book a time! I would love to hear your story!
