The End is Better
The end of a matter is better than its beginning; a patient spirit is better than a proud spirit. Ecclesiastes 7:8
Even the markets look to past performance to estimate the future performance. As a woman of 62 I look at the behaviour of the young and know when and where there is a better way, because of experience.
Being a young hothead with a proud spirit you are destined to the breaking yards. As any young filly or colt will experience, they are captured and gently but firmly broken so that they will do their master's bidding.
Having been through the breaking process, I am much more patient that I once was. I now know my master's voice, His touch, His way.
As I look back on my life, I understand. The ways are clearer to me. I am okay with the reins, the saddle and the boots. I know I don't like the spurs and so I yield much quicker.
I clearly remember seeing a prominent preacher speaking, when I was only 21, about how those with experience will want to share it with those without but, those without think they have the answer. This man used, as an illustration, a wall. He liked the experience of himself believing it was made of rubber and how he would not listen to one who had found out before him, it was made of concrete. Now, standing by the previous man, he endeavoured to help those who came along with the same delusion. After wearing himself out, he didn't bother, but stood and watched while the foolish charged towards the concrete wall, believing it was made of rubber, and crumpling into a heap.
The end of the matter, is better!
Even the markets look to past performance to estimate the future performance. As a woman of 62 I look at the behaviour of the young and know when and where there is a better way, because of experience.
Being a young hothead with a proud spirit you are destined to the breaking yards. As any young filly or colt will experience, they are captured and gently but firmly broken so that they will do their master's bidding.
Having been through the breaking process, I am much more patient that I once was. I now know my master's voice, His touch, His way.
As I look back on my life, I understand. The ways are clearer to me. I am okay with the reins, the saddle and the boots. I know I don't like the spurs and so I yield much quicker.
I clearly remember seeing a prominent preacher speaking, when I was only 21, about how those with experience will want to share it with those without but, those without think they have the answer. This man used, as an illustration, a wall. He liked the experience of himself believing it was made of rubber and how he would not listen to one who had found out before him, it was made of concrete. Now, standing by the previous man, he endeavoured to help those who came along with the same delusion. After wearing himself out, he didn't bother, but stood and watched while the foolish charged towards the concrete wall, believing it was made of rubber, and crumpling into a heap.
The end of the matter, is better!
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