This was posted on the Dentaltown website yesterday and I liked it so I wanted to share it with you:
The fruit of silence is PRAYER.
The fruit of prayer is FAITH.
The fruit of faith is LOVE.
The fruit of love is SERVICE.
The fruit of service is PEACE.
Prayer was at the root and beginning of Mother Theresa's approach to life. She said, "Without prayer I could not work for even half an hour."
I started thinking about this. Often when my mind is swirling with problems and stresses, prayer is the last thing on my mind. Unless it's something like, "Good Lord, look what's happening now!" But when I get quiet, that's when the thoughts that matter enter. I think that's God giving me some good ideas. I do know that everything that's ever gone right for me has done so because I got quiet and let the divine information get through. When things don't go so well, it's usually because I've pushed aside that whisper that says, "Hey, do you really think this is a good idea?" and plowed ahead. God shouts, too. That's what you hear right before you really mess up. Some people call it conscience, I call it God saying, "Yo, Linda, what are you, kidding? Knock it off!" Hey, I'm from Brooklyn, my God has an NY accent. He likes the Mets, too, but apparently he's busy with other things quite often.
I realized what faith was and how much of it I have when my mother died. Only faith and God could have brought me through that misery and back to strength and happiness. Love is in every good thing we do. Everything. We are made to love each other and it is only when we stop listening to the whispers from God that we stop doing good. When we love and do good we are of service to others. When we see what our service brings it is only natural that we feel peace because we know we did what God wanted us to do and put us here to do.
If we come to work and demonstrate faith, love and service toward our patients and each other what else could there be but peace? Petty jealousies and rivalries can't exist in that atmosphere. Angry hearts would be soothed and the lonely, frightened or hurt would find serenity. Now, I don't want to make it sound like you should turn your practice into a convent, nobody looks good in that outfit and I don't think all that solemnity would last long in our office anyway. Now if nuns start wearing scrubs and telling slightly off color jokes...nah, it'll never happen. Saints we ain't. But...we have faith, we love each other and our patients, we are dedicated to serving our patients and we have come to find peace through all that. I think God's probably pretty happy with us.
After I posted this I noticed what article was posted under it. I hope God has a sense of humor or at least irony or I may be in trouble.