Growth Takes Patience and Perseverance

We all need to be reminded that outward progress doesn’t necessarily reflect or measure inward progress. Zig Ziglar tells the story of the Chinese Bamboo Tree.

“When this particular seed of the Chinese Bamboo tree is planted, watered and nurtured, for years it doesn’t outwardly grow as much as an inch.

Nothing happens for the first year. There’s no sign of growth. Not even a hint.

 The same thing happens – or doesn’t happen – the second year. And then the third year.

The tree is carefully watered and fertilized each year, but nothing shows. No growth. No anything. So it goes as the sun rises and sets for four solid years. The farmer and his wife have nothing tangible to show for this labor or effort.

 Then, along comes year five. After five years of fertilizing and watering have passed, with nothing to show for it – the bamboo tree suddenly sprouts and grows eighty feet in just SIX WEEKS!

Did the little tree lie dormant for four years only to grow exponentially in the fifth?

 Or, was the little tree growing underground, developing a root system strong enough to support its potential for outward growth in the fifth year and beyond? The answer is, of course, obvious. Had the tree not developed a strong unseen foundation it could not have sustained its life as it grew.”

Your dreams, no matter how big, are not in vain. Just because you don’t see signs of progress now, do not grow weary in continuing to build, to give it everything you have heart and soul.

Even though overly critical friends remind you of how much easier it would be to give up, be more realistic, more practical, or find a new passion…choose to believe that growth is happening underground. A root system is being formed within your life, the kind of roots will outlast storms because of the hard work and commitment it’s taken to stand in faith for something it cannot easily prove or qualify.

l let us continue to nurture and develop our roots and foundations as every step or minute of effort makes a difference and every step you take makes an impact. You may not see the change right away, but growth is happening. With commitment and drive to attain our goals, and with God’s help we can surely reach our dreams.

“The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight. But they, while their companions slept, toiled ever upward through the night.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Growth Takes Patience and Perseverance”

Some people resemble desert grass in springtime they flourish overnight. Mozart

composed his first symphony when he was eight years old.

But others. you included perhaps, belongs to another group that require many years of preparation before they tap their potential

Do not lose hope. These people resemble Leonardo da Vinci who painted the Mona Lisa when he was 50 years old, or  Clara Barton who founded the American Red Cross when she was59. George Bernard Shaw wrote his famous drama, Saint Joan, when he was 67. Cervantes completed Don Quixote when he was almost 70. Will Durant sold a series of television programs when he was in his 90.s. And who knows, maybe you’ll complete your greatest achievement when you.re 100!

‘Take what you want, and pay for it’ says God – Old Spanish proverb

I’m going to tell you a little story.

It’s about a man who wanted to know the secret of success, and decided to find out from a Guru.

Now this was a wise, old sage who knew every secret of Life. He lived in splendid isolation on a mountain-top. Our hero set out on his difficult journey to meet this wise man.

He was determined to reach the top, and so he got over many obstacles on his way. Fighting through thick forests, scaling huge boulders, escaping from wild beasts, at last he clambered to the peak and lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

A few minutes later, he sat up… and beheld the Guru seated in deep meditation.

Silently, he waited. Almost an hour later, the Guru opened his eyes and glanced at the man. He raised an inquiring eyebrow.

The man stammered, “Oh wise and all-knowing seer, I come to you in search of the secret of success.”

The Guru didn’t reply. He simply stood up and started walking down the hill.

The man followed. He found it difficult to keep pace with the old man, who seemed to skip from one rock to the other like a mountain-goat. They walked steadily for another hour, and he wondered if they were going back to the foothills.

Suddenly, they came upon a clearing. In the middle was a clear lake. The waters were still, glinting softly in the rays of a setting sun.

The Guru walked up to the edge of the lake and beckoned the man closer. With a gesture, he asked him to kneel down.

Unquestioningly, the man did as the Guru ordered.

Suddenly, he felt himself seized by a strong hand at the back of his neck. His head was forced down under the water, and held there firmly.

“This is some kind of test,” said the man to himself, as he sat still.

A minute passed, and he was growing breathless. The grip on his neck hadn’t weakened. Another minute crawled by, and now he was getting anxious. His heart beat heavily in his chest, his throat tightened, and his lungs screamed for air.

He struggled to arise, and the old man’s grip became even stronger, pressed him further down into the water.

Now, the man was in a panic. He thrashed around wildly, trying with all his energy to loosen the vise around his neck. Precious seconds passed, and he felt his strength slowly ebbing away.

He thought he was going to die!

Just as he was about to give up hope, rueing his folly in ever coming here, the hand on his collar let go.

Violently leaping onto the shore, the man drew in his breath in heaving gasps. Delicious oxygen flooded his lungs. His vision grew clearer, the hammering in his throat slowed down, his hands stopped trembling.

And he felt a deep anger welling up from within himself.

Standing up, he faced the Guru and screamed: “Are you CRAZY? You could have killed me!”

The Guru simply stared at him for a long moment.

Then he spoke for the first time.

“You wanted to know the secret of success. Here it is. Do you remember, just a few minutes ago, how badly you wanted to take that next breath of air? When you want success that badly, you will have it. That’s the secret of success.”

Without saying another word, he turned around and walked back to his hilltop abode.

*****

How Badly Do YOU Want Success?

Ask any entrepreneurs if they want to succeed, and you’ll get a firm ‘Yes’. But ask them what they’re willing to give up, sacrifice, suffer, accept, tolerate and forego for that success – and you’ll get a wide range of responses.

A few expect success to be automatic, instant, effortless. We usually call these folks ‘dreamers’.

Some are willing to invest a little time and effort to get results, but won’t go beyond that, being satisfied with whatever they can achieve, or grumbling that this isn’t going to work anyway.

And a very small minority are able and willing to give it their all. They don’t know or accept any limits. They don’t settle for less than their ambitious goals. They are ready to do whatever it takes to reach them – because they want success so badly.

It’s good that they are so determined – because often, the most worthwhile accomplishments require a certain level of commitment to attain. After all, if a target were so easy and simple that anyone could hit it, would everyone really want to?

When you are born you put on a space suit called the physical body. It lets you operate in three-dimensional space and time. Your body makes possible a wide variety of experiences you could otherwise not have. Yet in your physical form you are also cut off from much of your greater spiritual nature.

There once was a scientist who was obsessed with immortality. Ever since he heard of the Fountain of Youth as a boy he knew that his life quest would be to extend human life for as long as possible — forever if he could.

So dedicated was he to this goal that he devoted his every waking moment to the study of medicine, genetics, astronautics and all manner of science. Eventually as he drew close to his ultimate goal he was granted a research position on a space station orbiting Earth where zero gravity made new experiments possible.

The scientist had been orbiting the Earth for some time when his experiments hit a snag. He tried everything he could to make them work, but they could go no further until the space station was resupplied from Earth. When he learned that resupply would not happen for weeks, the scientist conducted thought experiments instead. But delay after delay held up the resupply. The space station had plenty of food and water so he was in no danger, but his experiments had reached a frustrating dead end.

Finally in desperation the scientist resorted to new and untried tactic. He prayed for help. “Please help me to finish my work so I can invent a way to live forever,” he prayed.

Much to his surprise his prayer was answered and an angel appeared to him on the space station. “I have heard your prayer,” said the angel, “and I’ll grant you what you seek.”

The scientist just stared. He didn’t know what to say.

“If you want to live forever, all you need to do is climb into your spacesuit. I’ll permanently seal you in and you’ll be immortal,” explained the angel.

“All this time I’ve been working on experiments and you’re telling me that all I need to do is wear my spacesuit?” said the scientist.

“That’s correct,” replied the angel. “But once I seal you in. You’ll be locked into it forever. There will be no going back, no taking it off.”

“I can’t ever take it off?”

“Not even when you return to Earth. It’s the price of immortality,” said the angel.

“How will I eat or drink or go to the bathroom?”

“You won’t need to. You’ll be immortal.”

“I had not considered that,” said the scientist. “It’s not what I thought.”

“I’ll let you think about it,” said the angel. “Give me your answer when I return tomorrow.” With that the angel disappeared.

Once the shock of talking to the angel wore off, the scientist began to ponder the angel’s offer. Here was the answer to his prayers. Here was what he had been seeking all these years. No more sickness, or pain, or fear of death. Here was the answer to humanity’s quest for immortality. Yet it wasn’t what he expected. How was he supposed to function trapped inside the space suit? The scientist pondered his choice for hours as the blue and white sphere of the Earth rotated amidst a sea of stars outside his window.

As promised, the angel returned the next day. “Have you made your choice?” asked the angel.

“It’s a more difficult choice than I thought,” said the scientist. “It’s what I’ve sought all my life. In fact, in a way it’s better because if I wear the suit I can wander around in outer space too. But the suit is bulky and awkward, and if I put it on I’d be cut off from so much. No more eating or drinking. No more smelling things. No more touching people. I’d be cut off from so much in life. Life would be right in front of me but I’d be limited in how I could interact with it. It would be a remarkable loss of immediacy and intimacy. That’s a higher price than I thought it would be.”

“That’s right,” replied the angel.

“Somehow I thought it would be different,” said the scientist. “I thought I’d be inventing a pill that people could swallow.”

“Actually, it is a pill,” replied the angel, magically producing one in his hand.

The scientist was shocked. “Then why did you tell me I’d be wearing the space suit?”

“Because I wanted you to recognize the truth of what your physical body actually is. You needed to make an informed choice,” said the angel. “When you are born you put on a space suit called the physical body,” said the angel. “It lets you operate in three-dimensional space and time. Your body makes possible a wide variety of experiences you could otherwise not have. Yet in your physical form you are also cut off from much your greater spiritual nature. “Death is a way for you to take off your body suit when you no longer need it. Death allows you to return to your true form and to interact with All-That-Is on a more intimate level,” said the angel. “The immortality that you seek would make that impossible.”

“I’d never thought of it that way,” said the scientist.

“Many people fear death,” said the angel. “Few work as hard as you to keep it at bay. Your quest for immortality has been important to you, but now it is time for you let go and release your fear of death and remember that you are already immortal. “Life is not the opposite of death” the angel continued. “It’s a transition between states in a much larger scheme than you’ve previously imagined. Enjoy life in every moment. Prolong your rendezvous with death if you wish. But don’t fear dropping your three dimensional space suit and returning home when you are done.”

The angel placed the pill in the scientist’s hand.

“It’s yours if you’d like to swallow it,” said the angel. “I just wanted you to make an informed choice.”

The scientist stared at the pill. It represented the fulfillment of his quest. But was it the boon to humanity he had supposed? Now he was not so sure.

“Is that the body suit you want to wear in immortality?” asked the angel.

The scientist looked up at the angel and back down at the pill. Then he was silent for some time. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “Forever is a very long time.”

The angel smiled. “Immortality is a lot longer than that”.

“LIFE IS THE CHILDHOOD OF OUR IMMORTALITY”. ~ GOETHE

“OH HOW WRONG WE WERE TO THINK IMMORTALITY MEANT NEVER DYING” ~ GERARD WAY

“SO WILL IT BE WITH THE RESURRECTION OF THE DEAD. THE BODY THAT IS SOWN IS PERISHABLE, IT IS RAISED IMPERISHABLE; IT IS SOWN IN DISHONOR, IT IS RAISED IN GLORY; IT IS SOWN IN WEAKNESS, IT IS RAISED IN POWER; IT IS SOWN A NATURAL BODY, IT IS RAISED A SPIRITUAL BODY… THEN THE SAYING THAT IS WRITTEN WILL COME TRUE: “DEATH HAS BEEN SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY.” ~1 COR. 15:42-54)

Diogenes said, "Thank you. I am a man who cannot be made a slave, for the simple reason that every responsibility I take on myself. .."

“Diogenes lived naked, and he was a strong man. Four people who were hijacking people and selling them as slaves in the market thought, “This is a great catch, and this man can bring us a lot of money. We have sold many slaves, but none of them were so strong, so beautiful, and so young. We can get as high a price as we demand; and there is going to be a great competition in the marketplace when we put this man on the pedestal for sale. But,” they thought, “Four are not enough to catch him. He alone could kill us all.”

Diogenes heard what they were saying about him. He was sitting by the side of the river, just enjoying the cool breeze of the evening, underneath a tree; and behind the tree those four were planning what to do. He said, “Don’t be worried. Come here! You need not worry that I will kill you, I never kill anything. And you need not worry that I will fight, resist you — no. I don’t fight anybody, I don’t resist anything. You want to sell me as a slave?”

Embarrassed, afraid, those four people said, “That’s what we were thinking. We are poor… if you are willing.”

He said, “Of course I am. If I can help you in your poverty in some way, it is beautiful.”
So they brought out chains. He said, “Throw them in the river; you need not chain me. I will walk ahead of you. I don’t believe in escaping from anything. In fact, I am getting excited about the idea of being sold, standing on a high pedestal, and hundreds of people trying to get me. I am excited about this auction — I am coming!”

These four people became a little more afraid: this man is not only strong and beautiful, he seems to be mad also; he could be dangerous. But now there was no way for them to escape. Diogenes said, “If you try to escape, you will be risking your own life. Just follow me, all four of you. Put me on the pedestal in the market.”

Unwillingly, they followed him. They wanted to take him, but he went ahead of them! He told those people, “Don’t be afraid, and don’t try to escape. You have given me a great idea, I am grateful to you. This is my responsibility; I am going to the marketplace. You put me up for auction.

“What type of man was this?” they wondered. But there was no way to back out now, so they followed him. And when he was put on a high pedestal so that everybody could see, there was almost silence, pin-drop silence. People had never seen such a proportionate body, so beautiful — as if made of steel, so strong.

Before the auctioneer said anything, Diogenes declared, “Listen people! Here is a master to be sold to any slave, because these four poor people need money. So start the auction, but remember, you are purchasing a master.”

A king purchased him. Of course, he could do it — more and more money he offered at the auction. Many people were interested but finally a sum, larger than any that had ever been heard of before, was given to those four people. Diogenes said to them, “Are you happy now? You can leave now, and I will go with this slave.”

On the way to the palace as they were riding in the chariot, the king said to Diogenes, “Are you crazy or something? You think yourself a master? I am a king, and you think me a slave?”

Diogenes said, “Yes, and I am not crazy, but you are crazy. I can prove it right now.” At the back of the chariot was the queen. Diogenes said, “Your queen is already interested in me, she is finished with you. It is dangerous to purchase a master.”

The king was shocked. Of course, he was nothing in comparison to Diogenes. The king took out his sword and asked his queen, “What he is saying, is it true? If you say the truth, your life will be saved — that is my promise. But if you say an untruth, and I find it out later on, I will behead you.”

Fearful, afraid, still the queen said, “It is true. Before him, you are nothing. I am enchanted, allured; the man has some magic. You are just a poor guy compared to him. This is the truth.”

Of course, the king stopped the chariot and told Diogenes, “Get out of the chariot. I set you free; I don’t want to take such risks in my palace.”

Diogenes said, “Thank you. I am a man who cannot be made a slave, for the simple reason that every responsibility I take on myself. I have not left those four people feeling guilty — they did not bring me there, I came of my own accord. They must be feeling obliged. And it is your chariot, if you want me to get out, that is perfectly good. I am not accustomed to chariots at all, my legs are strong enough. I am a naked man; a golden chariot does not fit with me.”

"As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well used brings happy death." – Leonardo da Vinci, (1452 - 1519).

As a boy, Peter overheard a conversation between his father and a wise man.
“Careful with your work”, said the wise man. “Think of what future generations will say about you.”
“So what?” replied his father, “When I die, everything shall end, and it will not matter what they say.”
Peter never forgot that conversation. His whole life, he made an effort to do good, to help people and go about his work with enthusiasm. He became well-known for his concern for others. When he died, he left behind a great number of things which improved the quality of life in his town.
On his tombstone, he had the following epitaph engraved:
“A LIFE WHICH ENDS WITH DEATH, IS A LIFE NOT WELL SPENT.”

Just as a hot air balloon is mired to the ground with sandbags, often so are we. It's not that we don't have the wind to fly; we've just got too many sandbags.

LESSON ON EXTRACTION
Do you know how many good teeth you have?
For the vast majority, the number of good teeth FAR outnumbers the bad.
You have far more good teeth but it’s the bad teeth that get all of the attention.
One bad tooth can cause us so much pain that we forget about all of the good.
So it is with life.
One bad relationship and we think all men/women are bad.
One bad experience with a member of a different race, religion or culture and we
think all who are different from us are bad.

A company can have a thousand employees and we can have one bad experience with an obnoxious employee and we think the whole company is bad.
One bad apple doesn’t spoil the whole bunch but it will eventually spoil the whole bunch if you don’t remove it. Infection spreads.

Some things you have to extract to keep them from spoiling the whole bunch.
You may need some teeth extracted to prevent further pain and to prevent the spread of infection to the rest of your body.

Extraction of things in our lives is often necessary but seldom pleasant.For teeth extraction you may have to be sedated, strapped down, and numbed.

Eagles fly high but have you ever noticed eagles don’t have a lot of stuff strapped on their backs. Some of us haven’t reached the heights that we are destined to reach because we haven’t extracted some things. There is  too much on our backs and in our spirits.

As plain as I am writing this and as clear as you can see these letters, you know what things in your life need extracting. We all have them. Extraction hurts but the continuing

pain of decay hurts even worse and for much longer.

People go for counseling so that they can have a different perspective to their problems, but often, most of the stuff that they need to change, THEY ALREADY KNOW!
“I know I need to do this” “I know I need to change that” “I know this is wrong”
“I know I shouldn’t feel this way” “I know I should leave this relationship”
“I know this is not good” “I know I should. . . ”

Many already know the things in their life that need to be extracted. So do you.
The problem is not the knowledge in many instances. It’s the pain of extraction. Pulling anything with deep roots is a problem.
The closer anyone is to the child and the further they are from maturity, the more sedation, straps and numbing they will need. A child will even endure the pain for months or years until the tooth eventually falls out from the decay.

Often we endure the pain far longer than necessary until it falls out and has nearly knocked us out.

Learn the lesson of extraction.
For though we may have far more good teeth, this is a lesson we all need to know.

Sometimes what you need is not really a lift. You just need to remove some things. Just as

a hot air balloon is mired to the ground with sandbags, often so are we. It’s not that we don’t have the wind to fly; we’ve just got too many sandbags.

*****

The way to happiness: keep your heart free from hate, your mind from worry. Live simply, expect little, and give much. Fill your life with love. Scatter sunshine. Forget self, think of others. Do as you would be done by. Try this for a week and you will be surprised. ~

Norman Vincent Peale

Just like a fishing net, love and marriage require maintenance

Marriage is like a fishing net. Each fisherman uses his net to catch fish and sell them at the market.

One fisherman takes his fish from the net every day, but he does not clean his net. He let’s debris and other garbage from the ocean accumulate. Eventually so much debris is caught in the net that he can hardly cast it out of the boat, and when he does, it’s almost impossible to retrieve. Finally, in a fit of anger, he cuts the net loose and goes home without it. He’s unable to catch and sell fish again until he buys another net.

Another fisherman removes debris every time he retrieves the net with the fish he caught. Each time he casts his net, it’s clean and ready to catch more fish. As a result, he catches and sells enough fish to support himself and his family. His net lasts a long, long time.

In this parable, the fish are emotional needs met in marriage and the garbage are Love Busters; habits that cause unhappiness.

Bad marriages are like the first fisherman’s net. Selfish demands, disrespectful judgments, angry outbursts, independent behavior and dishonesty accumulate over time. The burden of the unhappiness they cause ruins a couple’s willingness and ability to meet each other’s emotional needs. Eventually the marriage supplies no benefits to either spouse and ends in divorce or emotional separation.

Good marriages are like the second fisherman’s net. Love Busters are eliminated as soon as they appear, making it easy for each spouse to meet the other’s emotional needs. And the marriage lasts for a long, long time.

The desire for a happy marriage is present, strong and unquenchable. The work it takes to make a happy marriage is what most people standing at the altar do not understand.

“Perfection of effort is not required, by the way. It is the consistency of attempting to work these tools that brings the progress. It’s like anything else. If I want to tone muscle, lifting a ten-pound weight a few times every day will move me toward my goal much quicker than hoisting a fifty-pound barbell once a week. Yes, it really is true: “Slow and steady wins the race.” Just try a little, every day. You’ll see.” ― Holly Mosier

Written by Guy Finley
A young man decided to visit a country known for its uniquely gifted artists. Over the last few years a growing sense of feeling incomplete had stalked him, and the hope behind his journey was to find someone, something, to help him release the great, but still latent forces he knew lived in his heart.

After settling in at a small hostel, he went walking through an expansive outdoor bazaar where hundreds of artisans displayed their works. However, everything seemed commonplace; just another dead-end. What now?

He kept walking, leaving the noisy bazaar far behind him. And that’s when his ear caught a light tapping sound from the other side of an old wooden fence. Coming upon an open gate, he peered inside.

A young woman was seated in an open courtyard surrounded by various stone sculptures of wild animals. Although these creations were in various stages of completion, they already exuded a remarkable presence.

Just then the young lady stood up, and pulling a little hammer out of her apron pocket, she walked toward a large stone that was perched on a work pedestal.

After careful examination of one small area she rapped it – just once – with her small hammer. She used so little force, he felt sorry for her timidity. Surely, he thought, she must be a novice; but his eyes couldn’t believe what happened next.

Suddenly dozens of small pieces of stone broke away. At first he thought she made a mistake and had cracked the whole stone; a moment later he knew otherwise. She had not ruined the stone; instead, she had released it secret character.

With that one blow she had not only uncovered a beautiful white marble-like material, but had shaped it to resemble the graceful neck of a great swan. He was stunned. What magic was this? He longed to know.

“Please forgive me,” he said, entering the courtyard, “but how in the world did you do that with a single blow from your tiny hammer?”

“Oh,” she laughed. “I’m guessing you’ve only been there for the last few minutes. Before you began watching me I had delivered hundreds of similar small blows to the exact same spot on that stone. You saw the result of many days of careful work coupled with a special kind of quiet consideration.”

“That’s how all great things are achieved;consistent attention coupled with persistent effort – a little bit at a time – until the right time comes when that work is rewarded. Then nothing can stand in the way of what must be released. The practice of this knowledge, in whatever one intends to do, must produce a subsequent revelation that is the heart of liberation itself.”

As they shared a smile and said goodbye, the young man knew he had learned an important secret: With consistent attention and persistent effort you can release whatever now stands between you and the freedom for which your heart seeks.

“It’s not what we do once in a while that shapes our lives. It’s what we do consistently.”  ~ Anthony Robbins

“Success is neither magical nor mysterious. Success is the natural consequence of consistently applying basic fundamentals.” ~ Jim Rohn

“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.” Tupac Shakur

THREE MEN TRAPPED: By Malladi V. Krishna Murthy

A philosopher, a scientist and a simple man – none of whom could swim – were trapped in a cove with sheer cliff faces. They split up, but the tide kept coming in. Rescuers lowered a rope with a safety harness.

The philosopher said, ‘Ah, this looks like a rope, but I might be mistaken – it could be wishful thinking or an illusion.’ So he didn’t attach himself, and he was drowned.

“The scientist said, ‘Ah, this is an 11 mm polyester rope with a breaking strain of 2800 kg. It conforms to the MR 10-81 standard,’ and then proceeded to give an exhaustive, and entirely correct, analysis of the rope’s physical and chemical properties; but he didn’t attach himself, and he was drowned.

“The simple man said, ‘Ah, I’m not sure if it’s a rope or a python tail, but it’s my only chance, so I’m grabbing it and holding on with my whole life.’ He was saved.

Too much analysis can be fatal.

‘People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.’— William Butler Yeats

“It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”J.K. Rowling