Pass the Problems, Please! E-Book

Daniel Bryant

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Wissenschaft und neue Technologien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

A better way of looking at how to handle your problems. No one likes problems. We all face them of varying types, degrees and at different times. This book offers a perspective that will enable anyone to face their problems in a new way.

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Daniel Bryant

Pass the Problems, Please!

living through crisis

This book is dedicated to my wife, Peggy BryantBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Pass the Problems, Please!

Pass the Problems, Please!

By: Daniel Mark Bryant

"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." (James 1:2-4 NIV)

I remember when I was a boy, my brothers and I would go to my grandmother's house in Tennessee. We would meet with our cousin's and romp through the woods that surrounded her big house on the mountain. My grandmother would usually spend the better part of the day in the kitchen when she had all her grandchildren over. When we had finished playing in the woods, we would be treated to Granny's wonderful cooking out on the picnic table on her patio. I remember her mashed potatoes, and the gravy that she made from the chicken or roast beef scraps. I also remember the words that came out of all of our mouths frequently once we had finished the first plateful: "Pass the potatoes, please." The cooking was so good that we all wanted more.

That is usually how is goes with us, isn't it? When we enjoy something, we want more. Personally, I want more vacation, and less work! I want more spending money and less bills. I want more health and less sickness. Do any of you feel that way about the problems that you experience in life? How many of you have a burning desire to suffer? " Lord, pass the sickness, please!" or "May I please have another helping of financial burdens?"...are not the kinds of things that we hear rolling off the lips of God's children with great frequency. In all honesty, if I did know of someone who made these kinds of statements frequently, I would probably start to wonder about their sanity. I will be the first to admit that I do not enjoy being sick, or being in pain. I have had some experiences with physical pain in life that I do not wish to repeat. In my opinion, a kidney stone attack or a severe ear infection, generally make for a bad day! “Pass the health, please!”

Personally, I prefer having more money in my bank account than I have bills to pay. I prefer assets to liabilities. I admit it. I was never what you would refer to as a mathematical genius. I took the required stuff in high school, Algebra, Trigonometry, etc., and I did manage to pass somehow, but if you were to ask me to explain any of that stuff to anyone right now, you might as well be asking me to teach a class in Japanese language. I never used any of it, so I did not retain it. However, I can add, subtract, multiply and divide with the best of them. One thing that I do understand is that when you have two thousand dollars worth of bills to pay, and you have one thousand dollars with which to pay them, the mathematical equation does not work well! The only place where this kind of math works is in government, where a slight decrease in absurd indebtedness can be defined as a surplus. “Pass the money, please!”

I prefer nice open highways when I am traveling in the car, as opposed to traffic jams that go on for hours and hours. I know you have all been there. You are all set to go on your merry way and enjoy a day at the beach, or in the mountains, or somewhere else, and then you find yourself stuck in a traffic jam, and half of the time you planned on spending doing the thing that you set out to do is, instead, spend behind a line of vehicles inching along at 2 miles an hour for the next two and a half hours. It is even more fun when you have a couple of kids in the car asking you every five minutes, "How much longer, daddy?" "Pass the open highways, please!”