Serenity of Faith

Calmness of mind, body and soul is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom. It is the result of placing faith, trust and your entire being in the hands of a loving and all powerful Creator. Peace in the being of a believer is an indication of ripened experience, coupled with faith in Someone bigger than that of self and of a more than ordinary knowledge of the laws and operations of faith.

A person becomes calm in the measure that one understands themselves as a God-created being, for such knowledge necessitates the understanding of others as the result of all things were created, and as one seeks wisdom from a loving Creator and a right understanding of morals and values seeing more and more clearly the internal relations of things by the action of cause and effect, one ceases to fuss and fume and worry and grieve, and remains poised, steadfast, serene in God’s love and inner peace.

The calm person, having learned how to let God direct his or her paths, knows how to encourage others; and they, in turn, reverence their spiritual strength in a once and forgotten faith, and feel that they can learn of them and rely upon them. The more tranquil and God-dependent a person becomes, the greater is their success, their influence, their power for good. Even the ordinary trader will find their business prosperity increase as one develops a greater knowledge in God’s will and accepting His peace in their souls, for people will always prefer to deal with a person whose demeanor is strongly stable and at peace about matters.

The strong, calm person is always loved and revered. They are like a shade-giving tree in a thirsty land, or a sheltering rock in a storm. Who does not love a tranquil heart, a sweet-tempered, balanced life? It does not matter whether it rains or shines, or what changes come to those possessing these blessings, for they are always sweet, serene, and calm. That exquisite poise of character which we call serenity is the last lesson of culture; it is the flowering of life, the fruitage of the soul. It is precious as wisdom, more to be desired than gold, than even fine gold. How insignificant mere money seeking looks in comparison with a serene life – a life that dwells in the ocean of God’s truth, beneath the waves, beyond the reach of tempests, in the eternal calm!

How many people we know who sour their lives, who ruin all that is sweet and beautiful by explosive tempers, who destroy their poise of character, and make bad blood! It is a question whether the great majority of people do not ruin their lives and mar their happiness by a lack of a God-control flow few people we meet in life who are well-balanced, who have that exquisite poise which is characteristic of the finished character!

Phil 1:6 “Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ: …” (KJV)

Jn 14:27 “Peace I leave with you, my Peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” (KJV)


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A Recipe for the Soul

Fold two hands together,
And express a dash of sorrow;
Marinate it overnight,
And work on it tomorrow.

Chop one grudge in tiny pieces
Add several cups of love,
Dredge with a large-sized smile,
Mix in ingredients from above.

Dissolve the hate of good within you,
By crying out to God for help;
Cut in and help those around you,
If he or she should be in need.

Stir in laughter, love and thankfulness,
From the heart it has to come;
Toss with genuine kindness, then
share with people who may need some.

The amount of people served,
Will all depend on you …
This recipe can feed an entire world,
If you really want it to!


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Indispensable People?

Sometimes when your feeling important, sometimes when your egos in bloom.

Sometimes when you feel that your going will leave an unfillable hole.

Just follow this simple instruction and see how it humbles your soul.

Take a bucket and fill it with water, put your hand in it up to the wrist take it out and the hole that’s remaining will be a measure of how much you are missed.

You can stir up the water galore – but stop and in a minute or less the picture will be as before.

The moral of the story is: Do all that you can do and be pleased with your work, but remember . . . . ‘There’s no such thing as an indispensable person’

Indispensable (Definition)

Prov 16:18Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.

1 Jn 2:16For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.


I Can’t

Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day:
It rings in our ears like a timely sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.

Can’t is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and half hearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.

Can’t is a word none should speak without blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man’s purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you someday shall gain.

Can’t is the word that is for to ambition,
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that’s deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed ’twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
and answer this demon by saying: ‘I can.

Mk 9:23 “Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth.”

Phil 4:13 “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.


Education isn’t for Everyone


‘Some day you will find what your special gift is and when you do, you will make your parents very proud of you’

One of the worst evils of today is the exaggerated importance given to so-called intelligence tests. Many other qualities besides agility in answering trick questions go into the making of human personality. A man can fail all the tests and make a wonderful life. Let me tell you what happened to a young Canadian boy.

Call him Johnnie Martin. He was the son of a carpenter, and his mother worked as a housekeeper. They lived frugal lives, saving their money for the day when they could send their son to college. Johnnie had reached the second year in high school when the blow fell. A psychologist attached to the school called the young man, just reached sixteen, into his private office and this is what he said.

‘Johnnie, I’ve been studying your marks and I’ve gone over your various tests in motor and sensory impressions – your physical examination. I’ve made a very careful study of you and your achievements.’

‘I’ve been trying hard,’ put in Johnnie.

‘That’s just the trouble.’ said the psychologist.

‘You have worked very hard indeed – but it has not helped. You just don’t seem able to get ahead in your studies. You’re just not cut out for it, and for you to remain in high school would, in my opinion, be a waste of time.’

The boy buried his face in his hands.

‘This will be hard on my mother and father,’ he said. ‘Their one idea is for me to be a college man.’

The psychologist laid his hand on the boy’s shoulder. ‘People have different kinds of talents, Johnnie,’ he said.’

‘There are painters who were never able to learn the multiplication table, and engineers who can’t sing on key. But every one of us has something special – and you are no exception. Some day you will find what your special gift is and when you do, you will make your parents very proud of you.’

Johnnie never went back to school. Jobs were scarce in town, but he managed to keep busy mowing the lawns of the householders and puttering in their flower-beds. And then a curious thing happened. Before long his customers began to notice that Johnnie had what they called a ‘green thumb’. The plants he tended grew and blossomed, and the rose trees blossomed. He fell into the habit of making suggestions for re-arranging the tiny front-yard landscapes. He had an eye for color and could make surprising combinations that pleased the eye.

One day while he was down town he happened to notice a stretch of unused land behind the city hall. Chance or fate or whatever you may like to call it brought one of the town’s alderman round the corner just at that moment. Impetuously the boy said, ‘I can make a garden out of this dump, if you’ll let me.’

‘The town’s got no money for frills,’ said the alderman.

‘I don’t want any money for it,’ said the boy – ‘I just want to do it.’

The alderman, being a politician, was astounded to find anyone who did not want money, under any and all circumstances. He took Johnnie into an office, and when the young man came out he had the authority to clean up the public eyesore. That very afternoon he borrowed extra tools and seeds and soil. Someone gave him a few young trees to plant. When others heard of it they offered rose-bushes and even a hedge. Then the town’s leading manufacturer heard of it, and volunteered to supply some benches.

Before long the dreary old dump had become a little park. There were grassy lawns and little curving walks and restful seats and little house for birds. All the towns people were talking about what a lovely improvement the young man had made.

But it was also a kind of show window for Johnnie. People saw the result of his skill and knew him for a natural landscape gardener.

That was twenty five years ago. Today Johnnie is the head of a prosperous business in landscape gardening. His customers extend into neighboring provinces.

Johnnie still cannot speak French or translate Latin, trigonometry is unknown to him. But color and light and lovely prospects are his bread and butter. His aging parents are proud of Johnnie, for he is not only a success – a man of affairs and a member of the best clubs in town – he has also made his part of the world a lovelier place to live in. Where ever he and his men go, they spread beauty before the eyes of people.

Cup Of Bitterness (Poem)


So many people are missing out on the abundance of life because they can’t give up the bitterness of some past misgiving. Oh, what a tragedy! Bitterness will eat one up inside to the place where they cannot function in the life given them.

The poem below is my own work, which I was inspired to write in about 1999, when a loved one literally came to a standstill in their life because of the bitterness in their heart.” -Ruth H. U.


***Thanks Ruth. 🙂

I grasped the cup of bitterness
And proudly held it high.
I thought I’d teach a lesson
To the one who made me cry.

So disappointing was my plight,
So weak, my hurting soul;
But I held tight to bitterness
I would not let it go!

I’ll hold on to this bitterness
And let it fill my mind.
My friend must know that I am hurt
So why should I be kind?

As long as I keep grasping
This bitter cup of gall,
My friend will feel so badly
And soon he’ll trip and fall.

And then, in all my pittiness
I turned to God alone.
And, lo, I found that only “I”
E’er knew about my bitter stone.

My friend, he didn’t feel the hurt
That left me in despair,
For he was going on in life
While I was left, just standing there.

God gently took my feeble hand
And whispered, “Just forgive…
Then pray for he who’s wronged you
So you can truly live!”

I fell on knees before my God.
He washed away the bitter tears.
I felt His arms around me.
Quieting all my angry fears.

I bowed my head, and called on God
To give me sweet release.
Then handed Him my bitter cup
He handed me HIS perfect peace!

Credit: Ruth H. U.

…..God is good.” -Ruth H. U.

*Thanks again Ruth
John 14:27 “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”

Matthew 5:4 “Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.”

Mark 11:25 “And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.

Destructive Illusions About Success


‘Have you ever put your heart and soul into a project, just to see your very first attempts to make it succeed miserably fail?

If you have, you are no different than most other successful people.

Despite that we all are attracted to the “overnight success stories” we see on television and in the news, for most people, these stories can ultimately be more disillusioning than inspiring.

Rather than fortifying us for the long and bumpy but ultimately joyous and successful journey ahead whenever you launch a new endeavor, having the image that it’s all going to happen overnight for you very likely will be your undoing.

Famed success coach Brian Tracy summed it up beautifully by saying:

“The difference between successful people and unsuccessful people is that successful people fail many more times than unsuccessful people.”

I personally experienced the wisdom of that understanding right after my first book was published. Like many authors, I envisioned hundreds of bookstore customers lining up for me to benevolently sign copies for them.

I’m afraid to say, it didn’t quite happen like that.

I was living in Atlanta at the time and arranged my first signing at The Phoenix and Dragon – the largest spiritual/inspirational bookstore in the city.

The store was celebrating its 15th anniversary and had authors scheduled to appear throughout the three-day event.

I was scheduled Sunday at 5 p.m. – the last day and time slot of the celebration.

Brimming with anticipation, I was put into a private signing room in the beautiful store, and . . .

. . . for the next hour and half, had little more to do than to read my own book, and wonder for what purpose in the world I had felt so driven to spend four years writing it.

Despite a nice sign placed outside the room exhibiting images of both me and my book, “The 9 Insights of the Wealthy Soul,” not a single customer entered the room.

As each minute passed, I became increasingly anxious.

Do they not like the title? I wondered.

Do they not like the book cover?

Do they not like . . . what ‘I’ look like?

After 90 minutes of this torture, I was absolutely distraught.

For the four years writing the book, I had felt a sense of mission and purpose like never before in my life.

Had God just been fooling with me?

Working a full 8-9 hour day in my holistic clinic, I had lived on a strict regimen during the four years of getting into bed by 9:30 p.m., so I could quiet my mind and feel a sense of surrender before turning out the lights at 11:00.

I would sleep with that silent potentiality, so I could wake up at 5:30 in the morning and have two pristine hours of writing before heading into my clinic.

Before I ever began each session writing, I would close my eyes for 10 minutes, and end my meditation whispering, “God, please grant me the words to touch just one person’s life.”

I truly was inspired, and despite my ascetic lifestyle, I knew that’s what I had to do to maintain the grace in my words with which I wanted my readers to eventually be touched.

Now, sitting there alone at my first book-signing, I wondered if my entire life wasn’t just a big joke.

I watched the minutes agonizingly tick by on a clock on the wall. At 6:25 pm – just before the store’s closing – defeated, I began to get myself ready to leave.

And at that moment, just when I couldn’t feel any worse, a middle-aged couple walked in the room.

Trying to regain my composure, I managed to hide my emotions and introduced myself.

The moment I shook their hands, I felt something shift inside me.

I began to give them a summary of my book:

“Well,” I started hesitantly, “It’s called ‘The 9 Insights of the Wealthy Soul.’ And it’s a story of a WWII pilot, my dad, and the lessons he was giving me in wealth accumulation while he was facing a terminal illness. And each lesson in the story becomes much deeper lessons about life and death, and finding the greatest spiritual meaning anytime we are facing our greatest adversities.”

Both the man and the woman’s eyes were now glued on me. I felt a tingle go up my spine. There was something different about the way they were looking at me that I couldn’t quite identify. But I didn’t know what else to say. However, additional words were unnecessary.

The couple turned to each other, and the husband nodded solemnly to his wife. She then told me, “I think we’ll get the book.”

My heart began to pound. But instinctively, despite the impulse to jump in the air, click my heels and wring their hands to thank them for being my first readers ever and saving my life, I realized the woman was trying to say something else.

“The reason we’re buying it,” she said hesitantly, “is . . . our son committed suicide two years ago.” She took my hand. “Maybe your story will help us get over it.”

I felt my eyes glisten. I was speechless.

In that moment, I knew if I never sold another copy of the book, my four years of writing it had served its purpose.

My prayer to God of asking for the words to touch just one person’s life had already been answered.

And though I would have many more years of challenges until my book did start to be bought in the thousands, this couple’s story was all the motivation I needed at that point to keep me moving ahead.

And now, having heard thousands of similar stories both told to me at book signings and emailed to me by gracious readers, I have become more motivated than ever to keep on reaching people and hearing their stories.

So now, what’s your story, my friend?

Regarding your own goals, did you have a similar illusion as I did of how easy you believed success was going to be in achieving them?

Despite that illusion, are you continuing to take one small but enthusiastic step ahead at a time?

And by doing that, have you also discovered that not only are you gradually changing your own life, you are changing others lives, as well?

Don’t let your dreams be destroyed by shallow illusions.

The greatest of lives are made all in the same way:

One challenge . . . one hurdle . . . one step . . . and one small victory at a time.’

Credit: Michael R. Norwood, D.C., C.C.N.

Dr. Michael Norwood is the best-selling author of “The 9 Insights of the Wealthy Soul” which has been featured in the Wall Street Journal and The Atlanta Journal & Constitution. Interviews of him have been broadcast on more than 300 radio and television stations worldwide. His books have changed the lives of thousands of readers and have profoundly affected me as well.