I debated whether to share this story, but I have no choice. I have run into so many people who are struggling and wonder if there is any hope.
This is exhibit “A” that there is hope!
In this post is the unbelievable entry I wrote in my journal over ten years ago and the story of how God’s amazing grace brought me out of the valley of the shadow of death.
Reading this entry drove me to my knees thanking God for the full life I am living today.
Almost weekly, I receive messages from men and women who dream of doing what I have done for over 45 years. They want to make a living doing what they love to do, speaking, writing or providing a service that changes lives. They are talented people stuck in jobs they don’t enjoy.
There is one major question each of these people ask. How do I get started? Because the BIG answer to those questions couldn’t fit in an e-mail or blog post we developed the Launch Conference.
But I can at least give you the first steps toward seeing your dream become a reality.
The day I celebrated my 69th birthday, I began making this statement in my road shows, “Next year I will be 70.” My wife Diane challenged me, “Why would you say that? 70 is still 365 days away. Why in the world would you use that number now?” Here is why I did it.
I wanted to repost this blog – the lesson I learned here has stuck with me even though I originally wrote this post a few years ago. I hope it will give you a little encouragement this morning. Enjoy!
In 2009, On Valentine’s day we gave each of our grandchildren little notebooks to be used as journals along with instructions on how to use them.
The older children immediately sat down and began recording their thoughts for the day.
Four year old Jadyn, could not yet write and I was worried that she might feel left out.
My fears were put to rest when she sat down, took out her pencil, and whispered as she pretended to write, “Dear diarrhea!”