Every lipstick counts…
Something shifted when I heard those 3 little words. It seems so small- and almost laughable- but I learned a lot through lipstick last week.
It started when my Mary Kay Director handed me my stretch goal for June. The challenge was to earn my first star, a benchmark of achievement within the company that comes with some pretty great rewards.
One of those incentives was a gorgeous pink ring offered to everyone who made their goal by the end of the month. I had missed another opportunity to earn a similar ring, and I was ready to give it another shot.
I thought out my plan of action went for it. I hosted skincare parties, promoted sales, and participated in a fundraiser with HeroBox to send care packages with sunblock and lip protection to our troops overseas. Remembering how gifts from home blessed me when I was on the mission field; I was excited to pay it forward.
My goal was to sponsor over 50 soldiers and I had roughly three weeks to do it. Day by day friends and family joined in to help and three days before the end of the fundraiser I had just 12 more soldiers to sponsor. I felt the stretch, but I knew I could do it!
Then came the cancellations… one after another after another. Some people reached out and communicated with me, for which I am so thankful. Others just stopped answering and by the end of the day I was down 10 sponsorships and feeling rather deflated. 12 had been a stretch… now 22? In 3 days? It seemed impossible.
Maybe I’m wasting my time, I thought. I’ve sent out hundreds of messages, phone calls, texts, and emails. If anyone else wants to give, they know how to reach me. I was giving up.
The next day at church a friend approached me and said, “Michelle, I’m not sure what this means, so take it to the Lord in prayer, but I feel like you made a decision within the last few days and God say’s it’s not His will.” She reiterated the words “the last few days,” as if they were some kind of key to unlocking that unusual statement.
Holding back tears, I smiled and thanked her then hurried away to spend time with Jesus. I stared blankly over a cup of coffee as I pored through my memory. Was it my future plans, my relationships, maybe my businesses? I had purposefully avoided making major decisions in all those areas because I had no idea what to do. The past few months had been a roller coaster of emotion, and I had put planning on the shelf because I was tired of watching life bulldoze my plans. Exasperated I breathed deep and prayed, “Lord, I haven’t made any decisions recently! How have I made the wrong one? If this word is from you, I need some clarity!
When I got home an hour later, a quiet but confident thought floated up through the sea of static in my mind. Like a whisper I heard, “Go door to door and fund raise.” I shot that thing down faster than lightening. I didn’t even sell Girl Scout cookies, door to door was not in my comfort zone. Besides, I had given up fundraising, it was decided. In spite of this, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was supposed to get up and go.
And then it clicked… maybe this was what God was talking about.
A little skeptical I told Him, Lord, I’ll go to ONE house, but if this is a bad experience, I’m done. I didn’t even know what “done” meant, but I already had the house in mind. It had actually been on my mind all week. Half an hour ticked by and I finally put on my Mary Kay badge, grabbed my fundraising packet and made my way across the street.
My neighbor was taking out his recycling when I walked up and said hello. Seeing that I had something to say, he leaned on the blue bin and listened as I shared the fundraiser. Then for added measure I motioned behind me and said, I’m staying with my parents this summer and I wanted to invite the neighborhood to help out. His face suddenly brightened as walls crashed to the ground.
“Are you the little girl who used to play in my bushes all those years ago?”
That line of bushes was long gone, but the memories of muddy overalls and crawling through their branches remained. The connection sparked a beautiful conversation and 45 minutes later I was walking home with a rekindled friendship, two soldiers sponsored, and a bit of hope restored in maybe reaching my goals.
But the Lord wasn’t finished yet.
Next up was our weekly Mary Kay conference call. My motivation felt like a helium balloon a month and a half after Valentine’s Day. It was kind of hovering in mid air, not down yet, but certainly not sky high.
I muted the phone and set it on speaker, listening as one of our National Sales Directors shared her story and encouraged us. Nestled into a hundred other insights were the three words that changed it for me:
…every lipstick counts…
Jourdan continued on to say words that I believe came straight from the heart of God, who loves each person as if they’re the only one. She reminded us that whether we had a $1,000 sale day or simply sold a lipstick, every little bit counts, and it adds up! What we did, big or small, it all mattered!
It was a bulls-eye remark. Even if I just sponsored one more soldier. It matters to that one. If I sold just one more mascara; I was growing my business and pushing us closer to our Unit goals. Even if I didn’t make my star… it was ok, there would be more rings to earn in the future. I was making a difference with each and every sale, each and every sponsorship. And it all counted.
So I went for it- again.
I reached farther. I visited other neighbors, called different friends, and sent out more messages and one by one by one the support came in. Two and a half days later I looked at my records in disbelief. We’d done it!
God’s heart is for the one, and one by one we change the world. Every smile. Every hug. Every sale. Every decision. Everything adds up in the bigger picture of life. And it all counts. In three weeks 36 individuals raised the money to send 70 skincare sets overseas to our troops. Some sponsored a lot, some a little. But alongside all the other participating consultants we got hundreds of soldiers sponsored. It takes all of us, giving what we can, no matter how big or small, to make a HUGE difference.
Through lipstick, God reminded me about the power of one.
“For God so loved the world that He sent His ONE and only Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” ~John 3:16
So never give up, because the world needs your one, and you make a difference. :)