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Stories of Confidence ...

Sharing of our own stories in life and in business bring us together in a meaningful way.   It has the power of creating a lens for other women in business to see and experience life - the hardships and successes - for them to know that they are not alone! Sharing our  Stories of Confidence!

 

Many of us have lost the confidence God wants us to enjoy!  He wants us to be bold, courageous, confident, respected, admired, promoted, sought after and loved!  God has a wonderful plan for your life.  I pray that reading these stories will inspire you to hold your head up high and to step out!  May you be filled with confidence in God,  in yourself,  your work life and your future!

Willemien du Toit

She says "a wife and mother of 2 boys is difficult to introduce, because you need to get to know her to realize that it does not matter what title or qualifications you carry in life but who you are." 

But in short, she  has obtained her legal qualifications from Oxford University and works as a mediator full time.

As I am writing this, I find myself in a very – completely unbearable – difficult situation / place of extreme sorrow.  It is a place where no hope, no understanding, no sense, no desire to live exists.  It is a place where there is a numbness which words can’t describe, a place of no feeling, a place of unbearable hurt. Yet, I still “turn up” with my cuppa tea in the hope that my Lord Jesus (my Jirre) will turn up too.  Every day it “feels” as if I’m just having coffee / tea on my own.  Thank goodness, feelings are just feelings and very seldom true. One morning while I was just “sitting” having my cuppa with my Jirre, this song came up:

You raised me up:

“When I am down, and, oh, my soul, so weary
When troubles come, and my heart burdened be
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me”

And I realized that it is okay to sit in silence and wait for my Jirre to join me and sit awhile with me.  In this time of unbearable suffering, I asked my Jirre, over a cuppa tea: “Lord, if I was able to pick my phone up and call you right now, asking you to meet me for a coffee because I desperately need a friend.  What would it look like?  What would it sound like?

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