PatienceWritten by Mary Wilkey
How many a man has thrown up his hands at a time when a little more effort, a little more patience, would have achieved success? ~ Elbert Hubbard
Were there some way to accurately tabulate statistics on answer to this question, I think it would be a mind boggling figure.
The reason I have come to that conclusion is plain and simple. Human beings in general have very little patience.
The Bible says, "In your patience possess ye your souls." To me, that reads and means that if I don't develop and cultivate patience, it could cost me my soul. That being case, it would behoove every one of us to try to improve our patience barometer.
When things don't happen immediately, people are too willing to give up. They fail to persevere and develop stick-ability.
Most people when they have problems do not look at them as being trials, but insurmountable obstacles, instead of stepping stones they are. Problems are given to us to get below surface of our being into creative Mind of God, because that's where all answers lie.
Getting Pumped!Written by Mary Wilkey
"Hype, hype, hype, and more hype," I thought as I found a seat at this weekend's motivational seminar. "It makes my backside tired." Not being a "morning person" anyway, I was still groggy from having forced myself to roll out for fifty-mile trip on a dreary, rainy, foggy morning. To make matters worse, I'd overslept and gotten lost en route to Radisson Hotel at Cincinnati Airport.
"How in world does anyone get this pumped this early in morning?" was only thing rolling around in my sluggish brain. I found myself a cup of liquid energy and waited for "something" to kick in. It took a little while, but it really is just about impossible to sit in a room full of happy, enthused, smiling, jacked up people and remain lethargic for very long. I guess that's what it's all about, after all.
Then success stories began to filter into my brain and break my preoccupation barrier, and gradually, by degrees, inflation process began. Enthusiasm began to rear its energetic head, and adrenalin began to rush through this sixty-year old body. Sometime before noon I had become infected with spirit of it all, and by time meeting was over, I had been electrified—super-charged.
Called hubby on way home and decided we would eat out. My husband, I discovered, had been electrified himself—he's naturally bubbly anyway—we reinforced each other, pumping away all through meal, and we hardly noticed food we ate.
We had to part for a short while to tend to other business, and around ten o'clock we decided to watch a couple of short videos on a new opportunity. And after that we put in long video we'd been given, called "Time to Soar."
Wow! We couldn't turn it off, and by this time it was well after 1:30 in morning. We just kept watching it—four riveting speakers—one after another. And no hype! It was pure meat, and we ate it all up! And then we stayed up until after five o'clock talking about it!