I had carefully guarded a secret and it was time to let go. When I was young, I gave birth to a baby boy. We were separated immediately, without even a glimpse. He was put up for adoption and that became my own personal thorn in the side, one I carried for the majority of my life.
At eight years old, I discovered a place where I could shine: fashion shows, photo shoots, and TV commercials. At seventeen, I signed with the Nina Blanchard Agency of Los Angeles, who named me "The Face of the 90's" and sent me to Europe.
I have an idea! I will try one of those fad diets for the week, and by the weekend, i should be good to go. Does this sound like a good plan to you? If so, you could be on your way from diet to disorder, eating disorder, that is.
Today, as a Ziglar trainer, key-note motivational speaker, honorary doctorate recipient, author and evangelist; who has traveled thousands of miles sharing the "good news," I marvel at the wonder of how God led me from rural South Africa to the United States. It's been a journey that has spanned over 26 years, using Mr. Zig Ziglar as the catalyst.
I immediately called my OBGyn and had a mammogram and ultrasound within a week. The results were good. No tumor just fibrous tissue at was probably caffeine related. I immediately cut out my 4 to 5 Dr. Peppers a day. By June I had realized that my lump was slightly larger. Again, I went to see my OBGyn and the ultrasound was redone.
You know you're in a step family when you hit that invisible wall and find yourself related to people you don't know, referring to children that you didn't give birth to as "your' children, and spending energy making financial ends stretch to meet growing obligations. In this new family your time is no longer your own, and you're dancing around calendar dates to make everyone happy, feeling like a stranger in your own home, and don't know how to play by the rules anymore. Sometimes it seems like the reality of being in a step family is being stepped on!
My first child was born when I was only fourteen year old. I raised a boy mostly on my own, dropped out of school in the eighth grade, and made mistakes for which a mother doesn’t easily forgive herself.
What is “your something”? What crisis are you facing right now? I’m happy to share a solution and it’s called Spiritual Surrender. It is one of God’s greatest blessings if you make the conscious decision to own it and make it a part of your daily life.
"If you get in that, you’ll never get out," my husband warned me. I knew it was true, but I couldn’t resist. A wave of pain engulfed my body and forced me to sit down. My greatest fear was realized. Would I ever walk again, or was this wheelchair my future?
I felt like a misfit in a world where everyone else could do what a woman was designed to do. The Bible says “go forth and multiply” and my multiplier was broken. It was like everyone else had admission to the secret society of pregnancy and I had been black-balled.