You tired of been stressed out, you tired of been frustrated, you want to be happy, you want to know how to keep whatever happiness you have, then this is for YOU.
A very good friend of mine actually wrote this article and I really love it because it’s insightful. Please take time to read, God bless you.
Just like the people who built the tower of Babel, whose success was caught short because God saw strength in their understanding. Nigeria as a nation has refused to see its strength in living in perfect understanding with each other as a means to achieving anything.
Probably as a student you read and you cannot remember when you need to or as an adult you forget what you have to do. This leads us to ask different questions overtime like what is wrong with me? Is there anything wrong with me?
No matter who you are or heights you have attained in life, there are days when you are faced with challenges and problems. Sometimes too big and it seems the whole weight of the world rest upon you but what makes you is how you respond to them. Zig Ziglar said and I quote “tough times never last but tough people do.” Handle your adversity well and you live to tell your story to inspire others. I leave you with this story to meditate on.
A farmer owned a mule and after a while it got old and fell into the well. After assessing the situation, the farmer decided that neither the well nor the mule was worth the trouble saving. He therefore called his neighbors together and asked them to help haul dirt on the mule this was after telling them what happened.
At first the mule was disturbed and panicked but as the farmer and neighbors continued to shovel dirt on his back, a thought struck him. He suddenly dawned on him that every dirt shoved on his back was one he could shake off and step up.
So he shook and stepped. Before long, the tired and battered mule stepped out triumphantly over the well. What seemed like adversity that could bury him actually made him stronger and triumphant.
Don’t give up yet, SHAKE and STEP UP!!!!
Hello everyone… Have you shown a gesture of love today??
Once upon a time all feelings and emotions went to a coastal island for a vacation. According to their nature, each was having a good time. Suddenly, a warning of an impending storm was announced and everyone was advised to evacuate the island.
The announcement caused sudden panic. All rushed to their boats. Even damaged boats were quickly repaired and commissioned for duty.
Yet, Love did not wish to flee quickly. There was so much to do. But as the clouds darkened, Love realised it was time to leave. Alas, there were no boats to spare. Love looked around with hope.
Just then Prosperity passed by in a luxurious boat. Love shouted, “Prosperity, could you please take me in your boat?”
“No,” replied Prosperity, “my boat is full of precious possessions, gold and silver. There is no place for you.”
A little later Vanity came by in a beautiful boat. Again Love shouted, “Could you help me, Vanity? I am stranded and need a lift. Please take me with you.”
Vanity responded haughtily, “No, I cannot take you with me. My boat will get soiled with your muddy feet.”
Sorrow passed by after some time. Again, Love asked for help. But it was to no avail. “No, I cannot take you with me. I am so sad. I want to be by myself.”
When Happiness passed by a few minutes later, Love again called for help. But Happiness was so happy that it did not look around, hardly concerned about anyone.
Love was growing restless and dejected. Just then somebody called out, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” Love did not know who was being so magnanimous, but jumped on to the boat, greatly relieved that she would reach a safe place.
On getting off the boat, Love met Knowledge. Puzzled, Love inquired, “Knowledge, do you know who so generously gave me a lift just when no one else wished to help?”
Knowledge smiled, “Oh, that was Time.”
“And why would Time stop to pick me and take me to safety?” Love wondered.
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and replied, “Because only Time knows your true greatness and what you are capable of. Only Love can bring peace and great happiness in this world.” Author unknown.
The important message is that when we are prosperous, we overlook love. When we feel important, we forget love. Even in happiness and sorrow we forget love. Only with time do we realize the importance of love. Why wait that long? Why not make love a part your daily life. Show a little bit of love and kindness.
Stumbled upon this real life story about two brothers and decided to share. I hope it inspires you as it has done to me.
In the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, Germany, there was a family with eighteen children. (Eighteen same as the Wesley’s! that’s a lot and I wonder how they got to feed and live)… But In order to provide for his kids, Albrecht Dürer the Elder the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked eighteen hours a day at his trade and got himself engaged in any other job that pay in the neighborhood.
Despite the bleak future, two of Albrecht the Elder’s children had a dream. They were skillful and both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but knew it was almost pipe dream fully aware that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.
Various discussions were held between them often at night in their crowded bed. The two boys finally worked out a pact. They agreed to toss a coin through which they would determine who will attend the academy. The loser would work in the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. After which the brother who won the toss will take turn to assist the other either by artwork sales or working in the mines if necessary.
One fateful Sunday morning after church, the coin was tossed and Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to study at the academy. Albert worked in the dangerous mines and for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was earning considerable fees for his commissioned works.
On his return to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s successful completion. After the long celebration, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. As he ended his speech, he said “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”
Everyone turned in expectation to where Albert was sitting but where shocked to see tears streaming down his face, his head bowed and was sobbing repeatedly saying “No…no..no..no….”
After much persuasion, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. Looking at all, he said softly, “No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother … for me it is too late.”
One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer drew his brother’s scarred hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the world on hearing the story opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”
More than 4 and the half centuries after, great museums in the world today all have hundreds of Albrecht Durer’s masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hanging on their walls.
But even when you not a collector of art works, I’m very certain you are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works which is the praying hands.
The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, THAT NO ONE EVER MAKES IT ALONE.
There was a long line at the local convenience store the other day. Apparently the multi-state lottery prize had grown into the hundreds of millions again and people where lining up to buy tickets. As I waited to pay for my gas I wondered if I should fish the two extra dollars out of my wallet to buy a ticket myself. I thought for a second about all the things I could buy with that much money. Then I stopped and thought about the true treasures in my life, the treasures that brought me happiness, the treasures that warmed my heart, the treasures that uplifted my soul.
There was the time I spent with my two handicapped sons, caring for them, hugging them, laughing with them, and loving them. There was the long talks with my daughter and gentle kisses on her head I gave her before she headed home in the evenings. There was the unconditional love I saw in my dog’s eyes every time she looked at me. There was watching the sun come up in the morning and the stars sparkle at night. There was standing on my back porch sipping an iced tea while watching the fireflies on a Summer evening. There was listening to my old, vinyl records on my ancient record player and singing along with them. There was sitting by my reading lamp on a dark, Winter’s night reading a musty, old, paperback book. There was helping a friend, a neighbor, or a stranger in need. There was smelling flowers, walking in the woods, and taking deep breaths of the crisp, morning air in the mountains. There was eating a home cooked meal with my family using the old, Italian recipes passed down from my Dad and Nana. There was talking to God and feeling the joy in my heart and the smile on my face when I remembered just how much He loved me. There was sharing smiles, writing stories, and doing random acts of kindness. There was hundreds of other things as well, far too many to ever write down here.
There was one thing about all of these treasures too. They cost me little if any money. Most of them, in fact, were free gifts from Heaven. Still, each and every one of them was priceless. I kept the extra two dollars in my wallet then. I didn’t need the false hope a lottery ticket would temporarily bring. I didn’t need the things its money would buy if I won. I was already rich in the eyes of Heaven. My days were full of the true treasures of this world. Love was mine to choose. Joy was mine to share. Life was mine to live.
May all of your days be full of the true treasures of this world. May you enjoy them all and use them all to walk with God through this life and into the next