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When I consider the revelation I had this week, about the power and importance of the words, Improve and Improvement, I become emotional. I have memories of all the Missionary Baptist pastors, of churches I belonged to in the past. I remember them so fervently preaching to us, trying to convey something powerful. It came rushing back to me, I could just imagine them befor as their eloquent words hit the ceiling and became real. "You all may not be at your full potential or even close to it, but there is space for IMPROVEMENT". It would be at this point that his voice, would become heavy and hoarse and his words were rythmic. "You CAN be your HIGHER self, if you have not reached your goals, it is not a defeat. When you discover the tremendous power of the words, IMPROVE and IMPROVEMENT; you can improve yourself, and make things better around you. You can ADD to-delete-amend-enhance-condense-re-evaluate-IMPROVE!"
I noticed he took on an affected, rythmic speech pattern, and his innotations changed, and his breaths became measured and deliberate. "Improvemet; the act of making better, the action of creating positive change. You CAN improve yourself, you can improve your life's-works. You can add to, exchange, enhance, redefine; IMPROVE".
And I have something tremendous to tell you: this writer here, after over thirty years of making excuses, and dragging my feet, of dropping the ball, I have made a decision. I made a promise to myself, pick of the loose ends of my life, and improve them. I took a look at my old college transcript. I looked at the ninety units, that me of that time period left hanging. I carefully considered the skinny, silly immature, and sickly girl who managed to rack up those units. I even though I was sick and tired from working two jobs, and going to college. I at 18 years old who ate three twinkies, and 13 red licorice vines, because I thought it was good luck. I looked at some of the grades that didn't make the cut as a result of all that. I looked at the "w'", from being too sick and tired to drop on time, and all the dropped classes. And the twelve semesters of ballroom dancing, when you only get credit for four. I as mature older Black lady who has raised two productive grown children, mostly by myself. And overcame a difficult heart surgery. I looked at the good the bad and the ugly, like a parent looking at the silly act of a misbehaving child.
I carefully considered all of these things, and after the simple realization hit me, I acted on my wisdom. I decided to fix it, I deleted, added to, amended enhanced and exchanged: I improved it. I finally discovered this magic word, that it doesn't generally have an expiration date. It is powerful and forgiving. I am pleased to announce that FINALLY , I will very shortly apply for my BA, in Business with a minor in Education.
To God be the Glory!!!!!
Pastors; I finally got it!!!
Thank God almighty for the profound, powerful nature, of putting the word, IMPROVEMENT, in your life.
Q.M.Patton September 2011
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