A Voice
I started this blog, not to be trendy, but to give a voice to my thoughts. Now giving voice to my thoughts doesn’t mean I have voices in my head. Though it has been said that I have them and sometimes I even listen to and answer them. Giving voice to my thoughts is a way for me to help others find their way back to themselves.
As a child PT (pre-Tim), I was the youngest and smallest of three children. There was my brother Keith who was the oldest. Outgoing, bigger than life in personality and 4 years ahead of me. I was in awe! Then the other girl in the family, my big sister Cyndi. She was smart, responsible, looked out for me, and was 2 years ahead of me. I was a small girl in a loud family, so sometimes I had to be loud to be heard. The saving grace was I was the baby. Then just about when I found my nitch as the baby girl, enters Tim! My voice was even harder to hear. But in our family, mom always found a way to make time for each of us kids. Even if it meant letting us stay home one in awhile from school when we weren’t “feeling well”. I grew up blessed.
As I entered the work force and had a revolving door of jobs and good and BAD bosses, I let me be beaten down. And even though my parents brought us up to be strong individuals that had our own style and thoughts, I found I would just let people have their way instead of speaking up. Then grumble to myself when we did something I didn’t like or even want to do. I became just another rat in the rat race. My voice was lost in the chaotic noise of life.
But God wouldn’t let the world snuff out Lynne Parsons!!
First I lost my job! How is that a blessing? I was in an area that beat me down. My self esteem was close to zero. There I was without a job. I applied and applied and nothing! So I got a job in retail in 2004. Best move ever. A lot of people look down on retail workers, but most retailers are smart caring nurturing people. They have to be to put up with some of the stuff shoppers put out. They also are a bit crazy which makes us all fun to work with. 🤪 God moved me to my present store and position in 2013. I must tell you the people in this store are the best. When I needed a place to heal and recouperate from illness and another BAD boss they took me in and made me feel at home. As a result, over the past 14 years, I have become my abnormal distinctive self again. My voice is back!!
So my point? Like the song “Free to be me” says
“ ‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me”
Don’t try to be something you’re not!
Don’t try to fit into someone else’s plan!
Be you and live God’s plan for your life.
I promise you will find your voice and you will shine.
As a child PT (pre-Tim), I was the youngest and smallest of three children. There was my brother Keith who was the oldest. Outgoing, bigger than life in personality and 4 years ahead of me. I was in awe! Then the other girl in the family, my big sister Cyndi. She was smart, responsible, looked out for me, and was 2 years ahead of me. I was a small girl in a loud family, so sometimes I had to be loud to be heard. The saving grace was I was the baby. Then just about when I found my nitch as the baby girl, enters Tim! My voice was even harder to hear. But in our family, mom always found a way to make time for each of us kids. Even if it meant letting us stay home one in awhile from school when we weren’t “feeling well”. I grew up blessed.
As I entered the work force and had a revolving door of jobs and good and BAD bosses, I let me be beaten down. And even though my parents brought us up to be strong individuals that had our own style and thoughts, I found I would just let people have their way instead of speaking up. Then grumble to myself when we did something I didn’t like or even want to do. I became just another rat in the rat race. My voice was lost in the chaotic noise of life.
But God wouldn’t let the world snuff out Lynne Parsons!!
First I lost my job! How is that a blessing? I was in an area that beat me down. My self esteem was close to zero. There I was without a job. I applied and applied and nothing! So I got a job in retail in 2004. Best move ever. A lot of people look down on retail workers, but most retailers are smart caring nurturing people. They have to be to put up with some of the stuff shoppers put out. They also are a bit crazy which makes us all fun to work with. 🤪 God moved me to my present store and position in 2013. I must tell you the people in this store are the best. When I needed a place to heal and recouperate from illness and another BAD boss they took me in and made me feel at home. As a result, over the past 14 years, I have become my abnormal distinctive self again. My voice is back!!
So my point? Like the song “Free to be me” says
“ ‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me”
Don’t try to be something you’re not!
Don’t try to fit into someone else’s plan!
Be you and live God’s plan for your life.
I promise you will find your voice and you will shine.
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