For a righteous man may fall seven times And rise again, But the wicked shall fall by calamity Proverbs 24:16
I went to a woman’s business conference in hopes of learning new marketing skills and also to meet other like-minded entrepreneurs.
The conference drew a very small group of women business owners from the Tri-State area. Actually, the majority of the women in attendance had just started their businesses and were hoping to network.
Since the group of women business owners was few in number for the large hotel conference room, we were asked to move to a smaller meeting room.
As we settled into our new surroundings, a few of the women began to complain that the room’s temperature was too cold. Another one complained that the chair she was sitting on was too hard. Then another woman chimed in that the cold beverages were not to her liking.
Right at that moment. I was contemplating just leaving the conference.
As I pushed my chair gradually from the table, the room lights went out. It was pitched black in the room.
A few seconds later, the lights came back on. And standing in front of the speaker’s podium was a woman dressed in shabby clothing. Hair matted to her head and she was holding a filthy pillowcase full of what appeared to be clothing and small household appliances.
Well. The appearance of this woman drew all eyes on her. How could you not notice someone who appeared to be homeless and perhaps dealing with a mental health issue.
As the women quieted down. Music in the background began to be played. Everyone in the room, including myself, looked around, trying to find out exactly what was going on.
Then the most unusual thing happens.
The homeless woman standing in front of the podium began to sing an old gospel song.
Her singing voice was so powerful that you didn’t notice anything about her outward appearance.
At that very moment, we realized that she was a participant in the conference.
As she kept singing, she began to discard the ragged clothing she was wearing. Even the matted hair which was a wig she pulled off.
Once the music stopped playing…the ladies in the room stood and gave the singer a standing ovation.
As we sat back down…the singer introduced herself. But again, not in the traditional way.
Her words still resonate in my head.
“Good morning ladies…You just met someone who used to be my best friend. Her name is Failure. Now, Failure was one of the reasons I was once homeless and without hope. Failure tired to convince me that Success would never befriend someone like me. But Failure was a liar. Everyone…meet my new and forever best friend Success.”
This had to be one of the best conferences I have ever attended…and it was worth me staying.
Today is Monday and for some, you have given up on ever believing that things will change in your life. Nonetheless, this is not the time for you to give-in to your best friend named Failure. No. This is the moment you give Failure his or her walking papers.
Failure will show up at times in your life…But you do not have to make Failure your best and only friend.
God didn’t create you to be a failure.
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