3rd Sunday - Gospel Illustration: Mark 1:14 – Finding My Wings!

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3rd Sunday - Gospel Illustration: Mark 1:14 – Finding My Wings!

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Finding My Wings:

Finding My Wings Jesus vocation was to do His Father’s will. What is your vocation? What is your dream? Copyrighted material that appears in this article is included under the provisions of the Fair Use Clause of the National Copyright Act, which allows limited reproduction of copyrighted materials for educational and religious use when no financial charge is made for viewing. Adapted from Belief Net’s Reprinted by permission of Sue Augustine (c) 1996 from Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Jennifer Read Hawthorne and Marci Shimoff. In order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights reserved.

Growing Up A Girl:

Growing Up A Girl Like so many other girls, my self-confidence growing up was almost nonexistent. I doubted my abilities, had little faith in my potential and questioned my personal worth. If I achieved good grades, I believed that I was just lucky. Although I made friend easily, I worried that once they got to know me, the friendships wouldn’t last. And when things went well, I thought I was just in the right place as the right time, I even rejected praise and compliments. The choices I made reflected my self-image. While in my teens, I attracted a man with the same low self-esteem.

Dad:

Dad In spite of his violent temper and an extremely rocky dating relationship, I decided to marry him. I still remember my dad whispering to me before walking down the isle, “It’s not too late, Sue. You can change your mind.” My father knew what a terrible mistake I was making. Within weeks I knew it too.

Physical Abuse:

Physical Abuse The physical abuse lasted for several years. I survived serious injuries, hospitalizations and the blur of police sirens, doctors’ reports and family court appearances. Yet I continued to go back to the relationship, hoping that things would somehow improve. After we had two little girls, there were times when all that got me through the night was having those chubby little arms wrapped around my neck, pudgy cheeks pressed up against mine and precious toddler voices saying, “It’s all right, Mommy. Everything will be okay.”

My Girls:

My Girls I knew it wasn’t going to be okay. I had to make a change – if not for myself but to protect my little girls. Something gave me the courage to change. Through work, I was able to attend a series of professional development seminars. In one, a presenter talked about turning dreams into realities. That was hard for me, even to dream about a better future. But something in the message made me listen.

The Question:

The Question She asked us to consider two powerful questions: “If you could be, do, or have anything in the world, and you knew it would be impossible to fail, what would you choose? And if you could create your ideal life, what would you dare to dream?” In that moment, my life began to change . I began to dream. I imagined having the courage to move the children into an apartment of our own and start over. I pictured a better life for the girls and me. I dreamed about being an international motivational speaker so that I could inspire people the way the seminar leader had inspired me.

Encourage Others:

Encourage Others I saw myself writing my story to encourage others. I went on to create a clear visual picture of my new success. I envisioned myself wearing a red business suit, carrying a leather briefcase and getting on a plane. This was quite a stretch for me, since at the time I couldn’t even afford a suit. Yet I knew that if I was going to dream, it was important to fill in the details for my five senses.

Making It Real:

Making It Real So I went to the leather store and modeled a briefcase in front of a mirror. How would it look and feel? What does leather smell like? I tried on some red suits and even found a picture of a woman in a red suit, carrying a briefcase and getting on a plane. I hung the picture up where I could see it every day. It helped to keep the dream alive. And soon the changes began. I moved with the children to a small apartment, ate a lot of peanut butter and drove an old jalopy. But for the first time, we felt free and safe.

To Dream The Impossible Dream:

To Dream The Impossible Dream I worked hard at my sales career, all the time focusing on my “impossible dream.” Then one day the phone rang and the voice on the other end asked me to speak at the company’s upcoming annual conference. I accepted, and my speech was a success. This led to a series of promotions, eventually to national sales trainer. I went on to develop my own speaking company. I traveled to many countries around the world. My “impossible dream” had become a reality.

W.I.N.G.S.:

W.I.N.G.S. I believe that all success begins by spreading your W.I.N.G.S. – believing in your worth, Trusting your insight, Nurturing yourself, Having a goal and devising a personal strategy . And then, even impossible dreams become real. She lived her dream not only for herself but for her children. Her children led her to want to dream. R each high, for stars lie hidden in your soul. D ream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

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