Troubles Kill Trouble

Troubles Kill Trouble

As one pushes forward, troubles come up. Incompetence, careless mistakes, no-brainers—things like these get in the way for most people and are all to common in most organizations. When you face an uphill battle, scaling someone else’s pile of disaster, there’s one easy, win-all solution: Overcome by being evermore awesome.

Whatever disadvantage you were handed by someone else being a fool won’t affect you as long as you rise and grow. Work, prepare, produce. Those who manufacture problems for others will end up keeping them for themselves if you don’t buy. Then, they’re at the disadvantage, and you’re not.  · · · →

Ready Chance

Ready Chance

Success is a convergence of preparedness and opportunity. No one makes it without some kind of luck, though all luck is created on some level—both the good and the bad. Life sends us unfair hardships which remain real as much as they require us to rise above them.

Once the last chip falls and all cards are on the table, success goes to those who worked hard, worked smart, and worked “until”. It won’t help to work only five years or only fifty years or until you’re tired. We must prepare and stay prepared until opportunity makes its move.  · · · →

Enjoy the Perilous Journey

Enjoy the Perilous Journey

Life’s race isn’t against time, but against our own mud. We each have incredible, unlocked potential, usually held captive by lingering vices and bad habits we like too much to kick. The only way through a murky mess is at proper speed. When racing in mud, if you go too fast, you lose control.

Life’s mud can be dangerous at times, but the key is enjoying the perfect pace, no matter the looming perils. Perfection doesn’t feel fast, but it’s the fastest mud allows. Enjoy it. Clip along at the speed of mud and closing enemies will wipe themselves out.  · · · →

Fingers and Trust and Toes

Fingers and Trust and Toes

When a baby is born, a mother’s first instinct is to hold and care. She held the baby in her tummy nine months, now she wants to hold the baby in her arms.

A father’s instinct is practical. Happy babies need fingers and toes, arms and legs. So, he counts them.

A mother knows the need for love and contact. She can have confidence that the practical needs are met because a human father’s attention to toes reflects our Creator’s care through nine months of detailed labor. While the mother holds, the father counts. Are the two opposed or complementary?  · · · →