|Extreme makeover by granddaughter, Destinee |
(make-up artist for Mac Cosmetics)
My year began with a dream of long ago coming true! A silly dream for sure, but still, a teen-ager's dream that transpired in her 66th year. I'm telling you this to encourage you that those dreams you forgot about and buried deep in a hole somewhere still have time to transpire! Let me tell you my story in a few random thoughts.
When I was in ninth grade I tried out along with fifty other girls for a school fashion show. Long runway in the auditorium, bright lights, the works. I was a shy teen-ager, but something inside of me whispered, go for it. So the next day, shaking from head to toe, I made my way down the runway in front of three women from Bobbie Lynn's Dress Shop.
Note: I didn't realize until after the fashion show that the women were looking for specific measurements for the clothes to fit perfectly. I had the right numbers: 34-26-34!
Confession: This was the only time in my life that I was thankful for small boobs.
The following week, as I strutted down that runway wearing four beautiful ensembles, focusing on holding my shoulders back, smiling big, and making sure I didn't trip, my mind was telling me, Sharon, you were born to be a model! That night in my bedroom, I declared in my diary, Some day I shall model again!
... fast forward fifty-three years ...
Last month my neighbors invited me to the annual Golden Hills Garden Club Christmas dinner. I joined the club, and two days later I received a phone call, asking if I would be one of the models in their annual January Fashion Show. My heart raced as I answered, "I would LOVE to!" I hung up, looked at the calendar and sighed, "I have three weeks to lose twenty pounds." Yeah, right.
Last week at Mae's on Main, I proudly pranced down the aisle towards a room full of sophisticated garden gals, and I tripped. I quickly composed myself, smiled, and said, "Doesn't every famous model trip up once in awhile?" And so the fun began ... I was living yet another dream.
I hope this year will be a time for buried dreams to rise up to the surface of your lives. Old dreams, new dreams, God's dreams. Some times we have to step out and take a chance, even if we trip up ... hopefully not in a room full of people. I've learned over the years that laughter is the best medicine and not to take ourselves too seriously. It was worth the little trip for me to see those women's faces light up and to hear their laughter. And so it continued throughout the evening.
|Being a runway model is exhausting!|
Life is short and we never have enough time for gladdening the hearts of those who travel the way with us. Oh, be swift to love, and make haste to be kind.
The Lord has told you what is good, and this is what He requires of you: to do right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8 NLT