
As delicately as the little ballerina dances so are women and little girlies. Last time I was at my sister's house I saw her old jewelery box placed to the side no longer in the middle of her dressing table no longer on display. It brought back many memories of sharing a room. If you look at the delicateness of the jewlery handed down to us you will see all need love. Some need love and care to bring it back to life. Often I have found women have to be Mr. Tough Guy and so the ballerina or the box becomes a boxer with a tutu so to speak and also a juggler juggling life and all it's pressures add a whirlwind and a tornado and there you have a woman who has been left to be a single mum by herself or a widow. Both trying to get back to be the dancing ballerina. It is true we must find our significance in God otherwise the boxing tutu juggler with a tornado swirling around takes over and all that is left is a broken jewelery box. Perhaps in that God takes off our gloves stops the winds places the juggling balls away and says and now I am going to make you new again.
It is those days I long for. I love music boxes I don't have one but as a child I had this wind up music box it had no lid I got it in Maidstone when I saw my aunt and I loved playing it. Now just a distant memory. But in reality as I think back to my sisters jewelery box maybe not that long ago. I think God see's it all. I may not be the ballerina today and maybe you aren't but what we don't see in ourselves I believe God see's us as indeed a precious and priceless ballerina and no longer alone in a distant dark room but in the light of a room dancing for him.
So as I end ladies listen don't let anyone convince you otherwise you are a priceless gem tell yourself every day. Because I have had too. Hope you shine like the biggest sun.
Please have a cup of tea with me today.
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