Fly Like a Bumble Bee

One of my strongest supporters and consultants was my daughter, Carrin. When she died in August, 2012, I quit doing facials. I hurt too much to reach out. After about six months I made myself do some free facials at a retirement village. Several months later a dear friend made it possible for me to give free skin care to every woman I facialed at the retirement village.
That yearning to reach out again was being stirred. Then without notice my husband needed a quadruple heart bypass. That knocked the wind out of me, because he was the strong.one. There were a couple of other setbacks, but now though my legs are wobbling, I am beginning again.
Re-launching with Glamour Shots  this Saturday and next with my photographer and friend, Elizabeth Evans. I absolutely love giving women tangible proof that they ARE beautiful!
Carrin isn't by my side any more and I no longer receive her morning phone calls, but is there any reason I shouldn't believe in myself as much as she believed in me? I think not. She knew and understood that I probably got in Mary Kay for a reason different than most. I hated looking in the mirror. Well, actually I hated myself. So I figured if I sold Mary Kay I had enough integrity to use the product.
The first two weeks were awful. I would stand in front of the mirror and pray, “God, show me what you see when you see me, because I don’t see any good thing.”
Sometimes I would cry. Over time it got easier and easier. Then I began do one on one facials. I saw other women cry because they didn’t like themselves either. In my heart, God's pink mission field was born.
Still I struggled because I didn’t fit the Barbie doll image of what I thought a real Mary Kay consultant should look like. It was torment. I wanted to do it for a myriad of reasons, but I was tormented. Then  the Lord showed me how I had come into agreement with what the enemy said about me instead of what He said about me. I repented.
Father God says, I am fearfully and wonderfully made and one of His marvellous works. (Ps 139:14) When I say I am not, I am calling Him a liar. Ouch!
So I began again and He showed me the bumble bee. Now some say the bumble bee should not be able to fly, because like me, his body is just too large. But the bumble bee took what he had and allowed the pressures to create a vortex to give him the thrust to fly, hover and work. His weaknesses became his strengths. So I began to copy him and build a team.
Just like the bee goes from flower to flower, I go woman to woman sometimes just to love on them, sometimes asking them to join me and then teaching them to fly, too.
Mary Kay has no territories. If you know someone, perhaps even you, who would like to have additional income or who can see this as a pink mission field as do and want to join me, please call or email me today. I  love to teach women to fly.
Whatever your dream is, don't let anyone steal it from you. Fly like a bumble bee. You can do it. I know you can.
       Bee-utifully Yours
Diane Dunn

marykayhappy@gmail.com
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