Well, let’s just slap this crap of an emotion down on paper and talk about the reality of life. Oh goodie goodie gum drops, the trials continue. No, it’s not a self-pity or a self-destruct. It’s a face the music and learn to play the violin kind of emotion. I’m making love to the pains of financial pressures. What a screech across the stings and no one will recognize the beauty of this harmonic tone. Deep breaths are a sign of I will never quit, and I am more determined than ever to vent a little fear and face the challenges that tap into my pocketbook. Oh fiddle-sticks, what a terrible way to learn to play the violin.
I will lay to waste all the failed promises I made to myself and I will stand as a true believer of never quit. I will devise a plan and beat this problem into the ground then cash the paycheck of my enemy with a vengeance not taken by chance but by pure determination. I will never give in to the strong voice inside that say “I can’t” when I know I can.
Who is my opponent on this day? Is it a neighbor or a client or the devil himself? Nope, just a confused mind speaking to me on the inside, raging war within my capacity to think…. I think this is a season of strength, a season of focus and a season of change. Now let’s get to work for a paycheck and create a little cha-ching in my pocket….Change, or a dollar, or a hundred.
Bills are piling up like a mountain of paper. I will make a fire and burn them to ashes. What else are all these documents good for? Please save the trees and I don’t need a reminder of what I owe you. I am pretty good friends with those short guys (all seven of the dwarfs), and we sing the song together. I owe, I owe so off to work I go and I will swing my hammer.
I have found the most incredible strength right there in the middle of my weakness. I smiled at a pitiful man and walked an old lady across the street. I fed the beggar and starved the banker, his project might cost just a little more that expected. Do I give in ways that are pure? I can give hope to the broken by telling my story of “never give up.”
I will take on the challenges of failures and make war with the emotions of “I can’t.” I must never give up or speak defeat to my ears, for they might be listening. And when the wages of war become too expensive, pay the piper his due by giving to another who might need your love.
So today is the day of “I win,” the day of walking tall and being proud of my humble trusting. Trusting in the strength God has given me to be a friend to the man I am inside that says, “I will never quit.” Amen.