Faith Without Hustle Is Dead: Get Your Hustle Back In 90 Days - Vol. 1

By Aaron Womack

In this book, I want to provide you with some keys to help you maintain the work ethic you will need to reach your goals and dreams. Beyond having a belief in yourself, you need to have something to sustain you for those days you don't feel like working, for those times you want to quit, take a break, or procrastinate.&n

• Language: English
• Publisher: HOV Publishing
• Release date: May 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781955107853

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The Graduate School Guide for Nurturing the WHY of Your Goals and Dreams

GET YOUR HUSTLE BACK IN 90 DAYS...

Vol. 1

By

Aaron Womack, Jr

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FAITH WITHOUT HUSTLE IS DEAD

Get your Hustle Back in 90 Days... Vol. 1

Copyright ©2022 by Aaron Womack Jr.

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Table of Contents

PROLOGUE ……………………………………..      iv

INTRODUCTION ……………………………….      xiii

CHAPTER 1 …………………………………….      1

Why Not Fight to the Death?

CHAPTER 2 …………………………………….      21

Why Not Be Specific with Your Prayers?

CHAPTER 3 …………………………………….      45

Why Not Do It Anyway?

CHAPTER 4 …………………………………….      59

Why Not Do It Anyway with Faith?

CHAPTER 4 …………………………………….      80

Why Not Work Prayer?

CHAPTER 6 …………………………………….      99

Why Wait for a Miracle?

CHAPTER 7 …………………………………….      115

Why Sin?

EPILOGUE ………………………………………      131

FAITH JOURNAL ……………………………….      135

Prologue

Don’t you hate when people lie?  I’ve been lied to.  Someone tried to explain to me that if someone tells you something based on what they believe at the time and it turns out not to be true, then it’s not really a lie.  Well, I don’t care, I’ve been lied to. It’s not that I was looking forward to proving the lie was a lie, or proving the lie was the truth. I couldn’t really do that because the only way to prove the lie is a lie or the truth is the truth was to die. The lie I am referring to is that when you die you see a light—a bright light—at the end of a tunnel. 

I did not see a light or a tunnel when I believed I died.  I didn’t want to die to prove true what the movies portray as truth when someone dies.  Or as in my case, when someone dies and comes back to life.  They often say there is a light; a light either at the end of a tunnel or just a light shining brightly all over the place. You may be asking, Did you die and come back?  Yes, I did, at least as far as I know.  I wanted to go, but I didn’t want to go. I didn’t see a light, but I felt at peace, I felt calm. I felt like if this is it, then I’m good.  However, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to leave this earth on my own accord. 

I was scheduled for a routine colonoscopy. I know no one wants to have one but it beats the alternative.  My regular doctor referred me to the doctor who was doing the procedure. I don’t know, but for a procedure I didn’t want to have done, I felt better knowing that the doctor was a female doctor. Not that male doctors don’t have the same capabilities, but I was hoping she would be a little gentler than a male, if you know what I mean. Let me state this, there is no such thing as routine when it comes to having any type of surgery, especially considering all the pre-surgical requirements.  I not only had to fast for 24 hours, eating only Jell-O, I had to take tablets to ensure my entire insides were cleaned out. I didn’t think I needed it because I have a bowel movement every day in the morning, it’s like clockwork. After taking the tablets however, I must have still had something left in me. 

The pre-surgery was extra tough because I went to work the day before. I have a job where sitting still is not an option.  I wear sneakers with my suits because I’m constantly walking and I’m on the go.  I stole this idea from women I had seen come to work in their stilettos and switch to their sneakers. Due to the fasting, I was starving and yet couldn’t slow down. I wanted to let everyone know that I was preparing for a medical procedure and wasn’t feeling myself and I wanted to go home, but I’m not a sympathy-seeking type of person. I had to endure it and make it to the end of the day. 

I did make it to the end and was completely worn out.  I counted the hours until I needed to take my, let me just call it my empty-everything-out-of-me tablet again. I shouldn’t have had much in me as all I had in the last 12 hours was Jell-O. Getting to sleep, regardless of how tired I was, wasn’t easy as I hate trying to sleep on an empty stomach. I didn’t need a full Thanksgiving-type meal, but even yogurt or a piece of bread would have been better than nothing. There wouldn’t be any of that for the night.  The next morning, I arrived at the facility where the procedure would take place. I put on the customary ass-hanging-out-the-back, thin, white gown and laid down. A nurse came to take me and informed my wife I would be back in about an hour and a half. Little did I know I wouldn’t return for nearly 3 hours. 

A few polyps, which could have been cancerous, were discovered. After the anesthesia wore off, I woke up ready to go home. Of course, I couldn’t drive, so while I felt groggy, I felt good enough to wait patiently for my wife to stop by the Cracker Barrel to get my stack of pancakes, sausages, eggs, and hash browns; I was ready to throw down no matter how I felt.  I couldn’t wait to get home and started nibbling on the pancakes.  When I arrived home, I couldn’t eat like I thought I would.  I guess I was more tired than hungry.

I told my wife I was good and that she could go back to work.  I was just going to lie down and get some rest.  She said she’d lie down as well.  I tried to get her to go to work because I didn’t need to be fussed over, but she stayed anyway.  I laid down for what must have been about 15 minutes and got up to go to the bathroom. I wasn’t lying down on my usual side of the bed. This meant as I got up to go to the bathroom in our bedroom, I had to walk around the bed. No problem, only, there WAS a problem. The usual 20 steps looked to be about 200 steps.  Boy, I must really be tired.  I began to wobble a little bit and grabbed