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Do you worry that you’ll never overcome the challenges and heartaches in your life?

Do you struggle to forgive yourself and those who hurt you?

I understand. I experienced those same feelings and struggles. However, I moved from broken to beautiful, and you can too. Through my blog, the free resources, and my future podcast, my goal is to help you move from broken to beautiful.

Will You March on?

Path Picture for PostAfter a nine-day trip to Las Vegas, I returned home exhausted. Have you ever felt that way after a business trip or a vacation?

I didn’t go there for a vacation. I went for three conferences on speaking, leadership, and business that were scheduled back to back.

Since those conferences occurred only that one time, I took advantage of my frequent flyer miles. I attended all three with gratitude that I wouldn’t need to make three separate trips.

A friend told me our third day there, “We’ve walked 59,000 steps today, and we haven’t left the hotel to go to dinner yet.”

At that moment, I wanted to skip dinner. How would you have reacted? My legs and feet felt as if I had walked 159,000 steps that day instead of 59,000. That night I propped my feet and went to bed early only to get up the next day and repeat the marathon.

The last day of the final conference I told my roommate to nudge me if I dozed. She did more than once. I smiled and said, “Thank you.”

In my defense, I must add that she was there only for the third conference.

I reminded myself of the wonderful opportunity to learn from some of the best in speaking, leadership, and business and to meet countless people with the same goals.

Judges 5:21: “March on, my soul; be strong!”

Dear God, help me march on and be strong. Amen.

Application: What will you do this week to march on and be strong?

Copyright © by Yvonne Ortega August 24, 2015

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