tHE oLD mAN wITH hIS fEET iN tHE bUCKET « Women’s Window

tHE oLD mAN wITH hIS fEET iN tHE bUCKET « Women’s Window.

I wonder if Jeanne even knows what a great gift she really has for reaching out and touching lives in such poignant ways–through simply expressing what touches her.

I am honored that she has come into my life. That she shares the gifts that God has given her, and enriches my life each and every day.

I am going to my 5oth high school class reunion next week, and I am having somewhat of a hard time because I have difficulty just being me around anyone other than my husband. It’s not that I don’t like myself, the deep down inside of me. It’s just hard to be that vulnerable and not be afraid of what others will think.

I was the president of my class, and back in 1961 a girl class president in a little country community was a big deal (well, at least it was a big deal for me, since I was the first girl president EVER in our school which was established in the late 1890’s.)

Still, reading this message from Jeanne let me know that I am not only ok being me, I should just be the BEST me that I can be. And that will be good enough. God made me this way. He will use me this way.

Thank you, Jeanne, for again sharing a beautiful way to observe our purpose in life and giving me the courage to let go and just live the life I was intended to live. Just by being me.