What's the title of one of my favorite books by Robert Schuller? Hmm mm, lemme help you out. It's titled Tough times never last but tough people do. If you ever read the book, thumbs up. If you haven't, it won't be a bad idea to get a copy and read it. The past weeks have been tough I must say. From having to hear about the loss of a friend of one of my junior friend due to a bomb attack in church on June 3rd in Nigeria, to the plane crash by Dana Air which claimed many lives...... Sigh. If you're reading this, can you please just say a prayer for all the families of the victims. That's really tough.
Right now, I feel like I just came out alive from a storm . Laughing out loud (it ain't that serious actually). Coming out alive also came with lessons which I learned. I'll just go ahead and list them.
1. A diva removes herself from situations that are not conducive to bearing good fruits in her life-Michelle McKinney Hammond
2. The attempts of others to mess you up never affects the end of the story. It just makes the process more interesting. Therefore, pass the character test
3. Be slow to embrace new friendships or love affairs. Take time to know people in four seasons. One year before commitments-Sophia Redefined( She's a darling tweet heart)
4. There's such thing as TMI- Too Much Information. People don't have to know all there is to know about you. A favorite guardian of mine says "if there's something that seems baffling to you, and you don't know who to tell, go stand in front of the mirror, look at yourself and tell it to yourself". It's quite funny but true. It'll be between you and God who created you.
5. Be discerning. Study people, and take note. The trouble with not discerning is that you get your fingers burned at the end of the day. You alone bears the pain of your stupidity.
6. Like begets like. Two cannot walk together except they are in agreement. Bottom line, choose your friends very wisely.
A darling friend of mine sent me this poem that she's always kept. It's Rudyard Kipling's IF. Here it goes:
If you can keep your head, when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can keep your head, when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream- and not make dreams your master, if you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings- nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
If all men count on you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the earth and everything that's in it.
And-which is more- you'll be a man (well a woman) my son!
Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream- and not make dreams your master, if you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings- nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
If all men count on you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the earth and everything that's in it.
And-which is more- you'll be a man (well a woman) my son!
Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise
Working on Diaries of a New Yorker 4. So, watch out for it!! Meanwhile, love you everyone who takes the time to stop by @ my blogspot!!!!!!! Ciao!!!!
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