Dear Reader:

Isn’t it a tingly feeling to think that the same Creator Who did create the mountains, oceans, and stars also thought that “the world needed one of us too” in it?

A statement like that makes us feel no longer  like one of the masses of humanity when we think about this unbelievable gift…there is no more comparing ourselves to others but simply concentrating on what God sees as our personal unique talent… that only we can bring, not just to our daily life…but  pass on to others.

The  Ya’s have recently talked about these types of observations as we cheer each other on through tough medical procedures, waiting games, and life style adjustments. It is through our struggles that we all have become stronger women.

We are not the same 18 year-old women with pie-in-the sky dreams that never pertained to who we really were deep down inside. *Accumulating this type of inner wisdom is a process that takes a lifetime.

I love this quote so much I wrote it down and put it in my purse so I could keep it close to me and never forget it.

“She couldn’t change who she was, and she no longer wanted to, even if she could.

She knew that who you are is a stone set deep inside you. You can spend all your life trying the dig the stone out, or you can build around it. Your choice.”

It has been in just the past few years that I have finally “gotten it”…life I mean. Don’t we have a tendency to weigh ourselves down (like a big stone inside of us) with mis-givings, self-doubt and feelings of inadequacy?

Instead of asking ourselves the most important question concerning who we really are…What makes us passionate, happy, content while allowing us to help others along the way? When we can answer that…we know who we really are.

I am a storyteller. My way of dispersing stories that run through my head (constantly day and night) is to write...writing is my mode of sharing and it is also my passion.

The visual below sums who I am up… completely.

My life runs on stories…they are my breath of life and how I see life…as a series of stories, like stepping stones, bringing me closer to my Creator.

The other day Jeff, our pastor, said this past Christmas Eve story was his favorite so far. (Jeff had been a middle school teacher before he changed callings.) I thanked him and told him it was special to me too…as a retired teacher.

His remark made me think, however…maybe one day God will look at me  and say, “Becky, that was MY favorite story”...time to come on home.

So until tomorrow…Remember that it is not who we are that holds us back…it is who we think we are not.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Yesterday was an unusually warm day…perfect for sunning on the back deck…to the point I fell asleep and awoke to storm clouds gathering…but still pockets of yellow lights (like little winks shining through) made the skies beautiful. Another great canvas God!