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Little things...

Little things

(Written by Joy A. Adewumi)


I love to cuddle and snuggle under the warmth of my covers whenever the rain begins to drizzle. But then, I can't help but get goosebumps when I realise that this same weather I'm loving and relishing is what accounts for a bad day for someone else. 

Someone out there in the dead cold of the night as the rain pours and I snore blissfully away is homeless and quaking to the bones. 

I'm glad for the weather but he is wondering why God hates him so and then in those moments I pull off the sheets, pull my knees up and say "thank you Jesus!"

You wake up each day and all you want is to raise the amount in your bank account by a wheeone with a less paying job is going crazy about how to come up with hundreds of thousands a week, to take care of his ailing aged mother. 

You see, the littlest things, those ones that are supposedly normal, are sometimes the biggest miracles in our lives. Why?

This is because we never asked for them, in fact we do not know we ought to ask for them and truth be told, without them we are as good as dead, yet they're in abundant supply every single day of our lives.

Do you take in your surroundings once in a while and wonder, what if I never had this thing? And do you take time to say a simple thank you for that indispensable provision or do you only render thanks for the big contracts and big healing and new baby and all those seemingly significant stuff?

Take time to observe the little things and appreciate God's unwavering goodness. 

You enjoy good health, you also have a roof over your head- even if you think it's inadequate, still it shields you from the harsh elements of nature. Thank God for that.

You have an amazing family, even if they are sometimes annoying, but they support and love you. Thank God for them.

You aren't disabled and you're mentally stable. You think that's just "normal"? It's not just "normal", it's a huge blessing. Thank God.

And as you thank God, take time to say a word of prayer for the less privileged.

From one pair of lips to God's ears, prayers will go a long way to help a needy soul, how much more some thousands?

Dear friends, have you taken time to say thank you to God for your life and all you have today? For once concentrate on what you have and not what you don't!

Yours sincerely,
Spirit Pen.

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