Have you ever helped someone and you have this nagging feeling,that you just wasted a resources that wouldn't be put to good use but rather be toyed with,even thou the recipient looked like they needed the help.Well I had that encounter today.In church I noticed a woman with kids that looked unkempt and mentally retarded.one of the kids was bare footed,with wounds,dirty pampers (with oil smeared on it) and yes no pants nor trousers and to top it all bare footed.this was a baby that wasn't even up to a year.the older child was even wearing my son's school Knicker.so I was very disturbed for the kids.couldn't even concentrate in church any more.so my inquisitive mind set to work.I thought if I called the mum,she may lash out at me (I was thinking mental),so I approached the child and ask him question.surprisingly he speaks good English and even confirm that he is in my son's class.What about momsi and popsi nko.he said daddy travelled.coincidentally todays sermon was on giving and helping others and I was like she is lucky.I still went ahead to ask one of our church members about her and her response was that she is new and nobody really knows about her nor her story.so I made a mental picture of what to do.after church I approach her and before you could say jack Robinson,she has already given me her life history.which to me wasn't anything because as far as she was concern all that is happening to her is someone that has got to be blamed for that.her husband left her,her family people are after her,blah blah blah.And did i add that she speaks good English.well nobody in the church approached her (that's a discussion for another day). And I couldn't help thinking,Often times we like to just FALL back and wallow in pity- and just welcome the sympathy.we see its easier just to be a floor member than to take charge,a lukewarm christian that the devil isn't interested in than the FIRE christian that the devil obeys.Fire (challenges) comes and we don't want to pass through it,refined rather we scream for pity and relax in the sympathy it brings.Many of us are like that woman, in one aspect or the other.we never think about the fact that whatever you are passing through some one else has conquered it.my husband left me (because of cancer), i aren't married when i was whole,is it now that I have been diagnosed of cancer that husband will come,its hard to even feed before talk more of now that this one has come.you can see that you have a perfect reason to welcome pity but the truth is that the devil will give you thousand of reason why you are supposed to be down,that your situation is worth it.And before you know it,your mind is fixed on that problem,then it progress to worry and BAM! depression sets in.of course its not easy,but today the word is coming to you,to WATCH it.Don't get comfortable that what you are going through deserves pity.NO.you are the daughter of the most high,who with him,there is no impossibility.SO REJOICE and even with your pain,go out of your way to help someone.shalom.
Have you ever helped someone and you have this nagging feeling,that you just wasted a resources that wouldn't be put to good use but rather be toyed with,even thou the recipient looked like they needed the help.Well I had that encounter today.In church I noticed a woman with kids that looked unkempt and mentally retarded.one of the kids was bare footed,with wounds,dirty pampers (with oil smeared on it) and yes no pants nor trousers and to top it all bare footed.this was a baby that wasn't even up to a year.the older child was even wearing my son's school Knicker.so I was very disturbed for the kids.couldn't even concentrate in church any more.so my inquisitive mind set to work.I thought if I called the mum,she may lash out at me (I was thinking mental),so I approached the child and ask him question.surprisingly he speaks good English and even confirm that he is in my son's class.What about momsi and popsi nko.he said daddy travelled.coincidentally todays sermon was on giving and helping others and I was like she is lucky.I still went ahead to ask one of our church members about her and her response was that she is new and nobody really knows about her nor her story.so I made a mental picture of what to do.after church I approach her and before you could say jack Robinson,she has already given me her life history.which to me wasn't anything because as far as she was concern all that is happening to her is someone that has got to be blamed for that.her husband left her,her family people are after her,blah blah blah.And did i add that she speaks good English.well nobody in the church approached her (that's a discussion for another day). And I couldn't help thinking,Often times we like to just FALL back and wallow in pity- and just welcome the sympathy.we see its easier just to be a floor member than to take charge,a lukewarm christian that the devil isn't interested in than the FIRE christian that the devil obeys.Fire (challenges) comes and we don't want to pass through it,refined rather we scream for pity and relax in the sympathy it brings.Many of us are like that woman, in one aspect or the other.we never think about the fact that whatever you are passing through some one else has conquered it.my husband left me (because of cancer), i aren't married when i was whole,is it now that I have been diagnosed of cancer that husband will come,its hard to even feed before talk more of now that this one has come.you can see that you have a perfect reason to welcome pity but the truth is that the devil will give you thousand of reason why you are supposed to be down,that your situation is worth it.And before you know it,your mind is fixed on that problem,then it progress to worry and BAM! depression sets in.of course its not easy,but today the word is coming to you,to WATCH it.Don't get comfortable that what you are going through deserves pity.NO.you are the daughter of the most high,who with him,there is no impossibility.SO REJOICE and even with your pain,go out of your way to help someone.shalom.
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