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 the...
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