I’ve recently decided to re-form some of the section that have influenced me through my reading, I try to make it poetic and for this post, I’m writing on Spurgeon’s advice on Patience:
PATIENCE is better than wisdom:
an ounce of patience is worth a pound of brains.
All adore patience, but few can practice it.
It is a medicine which is good for all diseases:
therefore, every old woman recommends it,
but it is not every garden that grows the herbs to make it with.
When one’s flesh and bones are full of aches and pains,
it is as natural for us to murmur as for a horse to shake his head
when the flies tease him, or a wheel to
rattle when a spoke is loose. If a soldier fights no better
than a plowboy, off with the machinery. We expect more fruit
from an apple tree than from a thorn, and we have a right to do so.
Impatient people water their miseries and plow up their comforts;
sorrows are visitors that come without invitation,
but complaining minds send a wagon to bring their troubles home in.
Many people are born crying, live complaining,
and die disappointed; they chew the bitter pill which they
would not even know to be bitter if they had the sense to
swallow it whole in a cup of patience and water.
They think every other man’s burden to be light
and their own feathers to be heavy as lead.
They are hardly done by in their own opinion:
no one’s toes are so often trodden on by the black ox as theirs,
the snow falls thickest round their door,
and the hail rattles hardest on their windows.
Yet, if the truth were known, it is their fancy rather
than their fate which makes things go so hard with them.
To be poor is not always pleasant,
but worse things than that happen everywhere.
Small shoes will pinch, but not if you have a small foot;
if we have little means it will be well to have little desires.
Poverty is no shame, but being discontented with it is.
In some things, the poor are better off than the rich;
for if a poor man has to seek meat for their stomach,
he is more likely to get what he is after than the rich man
who seeks a stomach for their meat.
A poor man’s table is soon spread,
and his labor spares his buying sauce.
Blow the wind never so fast,
It will calm at last.
If one door should be shut, another might open;
if the peas do not yield well, the beans may;
if one hen leaves her eggs, another will bring out all her brood.
There’s a bright side to all things, if you look well.
Some where or other in the worst flood of trouble
there always is a dry spot for contentment to get its foot on;
if there were not, it would learn to swim.