When I think of mass prosperity, I imagine the rain.

Living in southeastern Colorado where rain fall is infrequent at best, I don’t see as much rain as I’d like, but when it comes, I feel invigorated and vivacious. Life flows in abundance. There are those who see gray clouds on the horizon as a curse. I see them as a blessing. They come to administer moisture, enliven my space and brighten my source of existence. Rain is a blessing.

Much the same as the Secret of Prosperity. Abundance flows over our lives in a form of wealth that taps out the music of life, richly blessing us and sharing the moments of pleasant intrepidity. Our lives flow with synchronicity that interrelates all those connected. The connection is our basis.

Joy comes in a wealth of abundance. Our color flows out from us issuing a brand name identity and ushering in the abundant benefits of essential compensation. How do you know if you’ve got deep abiding joy in your heart? You’ll feel the satisfaction. No matter where you are, there will be a sense of self comprehension and understanding that you’re comfortable in your skin. That’s the joy of the Lord filling up your soul with His abiding love. You cannot deny a God that surrounds you.

Nature’s possession brings you serenity. The comfort in knowing nature, understanding the greater depth of translation and the intimate emotional relationship with a sunrise, a sunset, or the romance of a starlit night, come gently - bringing the wealth of knowledge and God. There’s no escaping the brilliance of God’s grip on your soul. You can dance…

The ultimate secret of prosperity comes with the ability to dance in the rain. You know, when you step out into the rolling thunder, bask in the sprinkling showers of water droplets and watch the show of lightening cracking the skies the vast benefit of the dance. Time stands still, all the forces of the universe open up and pour out upon you wealth, love and pleasure. Your destiny becomes one with time and the passing of each glorious moment derives greater joy.

You’re in the pink. Dashing, daring, dancing the rhythm of wonder as rain drops splatter around you. Don’t hold back. Take the time to learn how to dance in the rain.

When I think of abundance there’s a feeling that washes over me of love and gratitude. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, I see this grand image of joy and energy that sweeps me away. That’s the kind of abundant joy that God provides once we understand the concept of faith. Until we understand how much faith applies to our lives, we can’t fully comprehend abundance. Faith so small as a mustard seed brings us all the greatness and grandeur of Heaven where the streets are paved with gold. What more could we attain if our faith was even greater?

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A long discussion about life can mean a lot of different things, or it can mean absolutely nothing. Most generally, it means I’m going to learn something.

People who leave your life, come into your life for a reason or a season. Some simply come into your life to show you that the cross you bear is light, compared to the ones in the other room. Today I experienced a cross bearing moment and realized how totally wonderful and awesome my children can be.

I’ve always believed that when the Master tunes the fiddle, it doesn’t matter who is playing the tune, it’s going to sound good. Today’s events proved once again that the Master is still in control and He knows how to tune the fiddle perfectly.

My son recently took up playing the fiddle and has learned a few choice notes along with the right way to stroke the horsehair on the strings. He rarely squeels, and his notes are fairly well drawn. I’m definitely not complaining about the way he plays.

As a lover of fine music, I must say the joy that comes as I listen to my children play various instruments runs deep into my soul. When the song happens to be one of my favorite (another child recently learned to play “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain”) I’m just happier ‘n a fly on a hot summer day!

The lesson I learned today had little to do with playing music and everything to do with learning about life and growing up.

People who come into your life for a season limp along, teaching you little bits of something, often hanging onto your coat tails and lingering for what they can get from you. They often don’t offer you much in the way of gratitude and on those rare occasions that you do get something back from them, it’s tedious and costly effort that allows you to accept their gift. The season most generally ends on a sour note, costing you vivid anguish and great pain before they slip off into the sunset never to be heard from again. Or they meander in and out of your life, painfully reminding you that once up on a time they meant something to you, and  you should still feel something for them… Even if the feeling was never mutual.

On the other hand, those who linger in your life for a reason, show you something in the earliest period of life that you need to learn and proceed in one manner or another to teach you that lesson from that point forward. Perhaps not in a dedicated manner, but rather passively, allowing you to learn by way of mutual existence. In many cases, this person teaches you life lessons through a third party, with whom he has left all his wisdom.

Rarely is the third person aware he’s being used in such a way, and almost never is the lesson a great credit to the teacher. Rather the third person fulfills the instruction in a way that leaves the teacher visible and exposed.

Today’s lesson reminds me of a proverb, “Once burned, no longer plays with fire.” Which brought to mind another proverb about “she who drinketh too much wine, delivers spoiled fruit.”

“While I labored to provide for the heir of the vineyard the grapes rotted on the vine.”

~Annonymous

As a writer, I often write from personal experience. Though I seldom actually name my inspiration, there are those who recognize themselves among the words. There are others, less knowledgable about my craft who imagine themselves to be a greater inspiration than they truly are, and miss connect their lives with articles that had nothing to do with them specifically. Those people ocassionally recognize their own characteristics among the slackards and drunkards who become antagonists in my work. Little do they know, I wasn’t writing about them personally, but rather about low-quality characters of ill repute of which they remind themselves.

Those who believe themselves greater than they truly are often recognize dispicable characteristics they’d rather others didn’t know. In-laws and out-laws are among these.

Jan Verhoeff