Pinching, Pitching and Perspiring
Whew. It’s hot outside. Of course, mowing our huge, rural lawn after the sun came up may not have been the best idea either. I decided not to take anything for my headache and instead drink it out.
Since learning that my migraines stem from stress, dehydration and an improper diet, I’ve made some changes. I haven’t added exercise yet though. Between the sweat and the jiggles, I’m more depressed than inspired. LOL
Ironically, I’m actually wearing an outfit I have never been able to fit in to. Brand new, sat there for over a year. Mom bought me a present a couple of sizes too small at the time. Someone pinch me!
You know I’m kidding right? About the pinching, I mean. I really am wearing this faboush outfit and I’m grateful for the confidence boost. You see, I’m pitching my story this weekend. I’ve got my fingers crossed and my heart full of prayer.
After all I’ve been through – all my son has been through too – I finally found my niche. I fought it. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t feel I was good enough.
What is this niche? Ministry! While I may not be a Biblical scholar, I am a graduate and survivor of the school of hard knocks (literally).
My nickname used to be Fruitcake because of the multicolored bruises I sported and now, like many good fruitcakes gone bad, I’m crusty enough on the outside to overcome a lot of what hurt me before. I’m owning and wearing my bruises like badges and by golly, I’m determined to inspire other fruitcakes out there.
You hear that? They are waiting for me to take the stage even if they don’t know it. Waiting to hear words of inspiration from someone who’s been there, done that, got the ripped up t-shirt. I’m looking for speaking engagements, finishing up my book (Bless Your Family, Empower Yourself) and taking on clients.
Maybe I can’t change the world but I can definitely make a difference in someone’s life today.