My good peeps, today we are going off the cuff. I am sitting on a flight on my way to Virginia right now. As I have said before, plane flights are some of my favorite places to learn and think. You have probably noticed that I am now sending this blog Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, instead of every day. I have started a new ritual where on Tuesday and Thursday I use my normal blog time to write thank you letters to the great people of this world. I have to tell you that this practice has been incredible so far in the short time I have been doing it. I tell you this because I also want to recommend it. Giving thanks is one of THE GREATEST ways to bring happiness.
Today I want to talk about trials. I am not sure anyone really likes to have trials, but we all have them. Some have trials bigger than others. But never do we have trials that we can not overcome. The reason this topic is on my mind is because I was feeling a bit sorry for my oldest son and my only daughter this weekend. Calling a spade a spade, they have had to deal with trials in life that many children in this world don’t have to deal with. And quite often, my heart hurts for them. I started listening to “Think and Grow Rich” while I work out at the gym and this morning it talked about Napoleon Hills son who was born deaf. Doctors said he would never be able to hear, but his parents weren’t going to accept that. They never taught their son to do sign language because they did not want him to accept that he was deaf. Long story short, Napoleons son was out selling newspapers before he could even hear. He believed since the beginning that he wasn’t born any different than anyone else, even if that’s what the doctors told him.
Reading this was a kick in the ars for me. The only long term pain we have in life is self-inflicted pain. As it stands today, Boston and Ashton are both behind in school and Ashton is socially awkward sometimes. But who cares? It was a trial that God had confidence in us that we could overcome. So let me make a promise to the blog world; I will work longer and harder than ever before to teach Boston and Ashton and all my other children that we are who we believe we are and we become what we think about. So every night you will be able to find me next to my child’s bedside taking their thoughts, faith, and beliefs to a whole new level. Because we will no longer accept trials as trials, but trials as lessons. Lessons to become better as human beings.
Thank you for the trials you have sent mine and my children’s way for they only make us stronger and more prepared to do something great during our life here on earth.
A Dad who believes.