A woman who was struggling found
herself praying one night.
Her marriage was on the rocks, she hated her job, yet worried every night about losing it, and credit card debts were putting her in the poor house.
Her marriage was on the rocks, she hated her job, yet worried every night about losing it, and credit card debts were putting her in the poor house.
Suddenly God appeared in her
bedroom.
“I am very sorry to see you unhappy
my child. What can I do to help make you happy?”
The woman thought long and hard.
“I’d like to have your greatest power.”
God thought for a minute and then
agreed. “From hence forth you shall be granted my greatest power.”
A year went by and the woman’s life
only got worse.
Everything
was collapsing in on her
Unpaid bills, credit card companies
relentlessly pursuing her, she lost her job, her mortgage company initiated
foreclosure proceedings and the final straw – her husband left her for
another woman.
She began to cry uncontrollably and
between the sobs she screamed to the heavens, “God, you are nothing but a
bold-faced liar. You’ve given me nothing but problems.”
Laying in bed, a bed that had
become her only refuge for weeks since her husband left, the woman suddenly realized
that she was on her own now. “God has abandoned me, my husband has left me and
no one is going to help me,” she somberly acknowledged to herself.
Somehow, she found the strength to
pull herself out of bed, get up, shower and dress.
She sat on her couch for what seems
like hours, pondering her next move.
And then it hit her. She decided to
do the only thing that had ever made her happy.
Something she was always very
passionate about.
She meandered up the stairs to the
attic and pulled out her paint brushes, along with her paint bottles and set up
one of the many blank canvases that for years remained hidden away under the
cover of an attic blankets.
And she began to paint.
Hours became days and days turned
into weeks.
When the fog of her
renewed obsession finally cleared, she found herself surrounded by dozens
of the most beautiful paintings she had ever created.
She marveled at her work. “I believe
this is my best work ever,” she said to herself.
Another thought then entered her
mind. “Maybe I should try to sell some of these paintings.”
In a few hours she found herself
planted on a sidewalk, next to a park in New York City, her paintings displayed
for all to see.
A young couple admired one of the
paintings.
“How much?” they asked. Somewhat
startled, she spit out the words “three hundred dollars.”
The couple moved off to the side,
absorbed in conversation and then turned back towards the woman.
“We’ll give you two hundred dollars
for the painting.” “Sold,” she heard herself say.
Not long after, an elderly man
inquired about the price of another painting. “How much?” he asked. “Five
hundred dollars,” she heard herself say. “Fine,” the elderly man replied. And
he handed her the money.
By the end of the day the woman had
sold all of her paintings. She counted her money. $3,700. She could hardly
believe it.
She floated her way back home, still
numbed by the money she just earned.
Over the next few days the woman
filled dozens more canvases and once again plopped herself down near the same
place by the park in New York City.
By the day’s end she counted her
money. “$8,000! I can’t believe it”, she sang to herself.
Several months passed by. The woman
continued to paint and sell her paintings.
She accumulated enough money to
pay off all of her credit card debt and bring her mortgage up to date, putting
an end to the foreclosure proceedings.
With the money she had left over she
decided to open her own art studio.
Business
was booming
Soon, other artists asked her if
they could display their own paintings.
Her cut was 30%.
A number of years went by and the
woman purchased the building she had been renting her studio in.
She now had ten tenants paying her
rent, which covered her mortgage and property taxes, leaving her with a very
nice profit.
Plus her studio was making her
wealthier each day.
One night, laying in her bed, God
appeared. “I’ve been keeping a close eye on you. I’m very happy to see that
your life has turned around and that you are doing so well now. You seem so
happy.”
The woman stared at God in
disbelief. “Keeping an eye on me? Are you kidding? Since our last meeting,
since you promised me the gift of your greatest power, my life completely fell
apart. I lost my job, my husband left me and I nearly lost my home. Where were
you when I needed you most? You did nothing for me. I had to do it all on my
own.”
“But don’t you see my child, I did
give you my greatest power,” God responded.
Still staring at God in disbelief,
the woman shook her head and demanded of God, “what power?”
“I gave you desperation, my child.
Desperation unleashes a boundless creativity that resides in every human
being. Desperation opens up your eyes and your inner genius, enabling you to
see solutions to problems that were previously unseen. It can lift
even the poorest of the poor to unimaginable heights. You are now wealthy,
wealthier than you ever imagined you could ever be. You are happy and you are
in complete control of your life. Don’t you see my child? It was the power of
desperation that magically transformed your life.”
God slowly faded away until he was
gone. As she lay in bed contemplating his words, a knowing smile began to
blanket her face.
She finally understood. Her eyes
became heavy and she soon found herself in a deep, peaceful sleep.
God gives His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers.
Never give up on your goals. You might be closer than you think when you give up.
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