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HEAVEN HELPS THOSE WHO HELP THEMSELVES
I noticed her again.
Rosary in her hands and a bible clamped in her armpit.
She walked wearily like the world rested on her shoulders.
As everyone briskly walked to their various work place in search for daily bread every morning , She would make her way into the church opposite my shop.
Perhaps in search for heavenly manna
By 6pm, I would notice her movement out of the church heading home.
It was a daily ritual.
Curiosity got the better part of me one day, I decided to see what she goes there to do.
Approaching the entrance of the chapel, I could clearly hear her voice. I stayed close to the door and eaves dropped.
"Father, why have you forsaken me. I will be 29 next year , yet no job . For the past 3 months I have been praying , fasting and spending my entire day here . Yet you haven't answered me".
I stood still like an inanimate object. I didn't move a muscle. I listened like the prayer was addressed to me .
A little thought popped in my head. I took a pen and paper from my pocket and wrote boldly .
"MY DAUGHTER, I HAVE HEARD YOUR CRY LONG AGO. BUT YOU CAN'T EXPECT A MIRACLE WHEN YOU HAVEN'T PUT IN ANY WORK. BEFORE I FED THE 5000 MEN I ASKED 'HOW MANY BREAD DO YOU HAVE?' IT WAS THE 5 LOAVES OF BREAD AND TWO FISHES THAT WAS BLESSED AND MULTIPLIED"
I tucked the paper into her shoe at the entrance and silently went away.
Three days later , she stopped by my shop to print her CV and other documents needed for a job application.
As we talked , she told me what God had told her through a letter he kept in her shoes.
I smiled inwardly .
This morning as I was about opening my shop, someone greeted me joyfully. I turned around to see her. She was off to work . She finally secured a well paying job.
Friends, life situations can't be conquered only through prayers, we too need to put in our efforts.
HEAVEN HELPS THOSE WHO HELPS THEMSELVES
© Ezewrites
Nwafor Collins Chibueze
Awka, ANAMBRA STATE NIGERIA
Sunday 3rd July 2022
Rosary in her hands and a bible clamped in her armpit.
She walked wearily like the world rested on her shoulders.
As everyone briskly walked to their various work place in search for daily bread every morning , She would make her way into the church opposite my shop.
Perhaps in search for heavenly manna
By 6pm, I would notice her movement out of the church heading home.
It was a daily ritual.
Curiosity got the better part of me one day, I decided to see what she goes there to do.
Approaching the entrance of the chapel, I could clearly hear her voice. I stayed close to the door and eaves dropped.
"Father, why have you forsaken me. I will be 29 next year , yet no job . For the past 3 months I have been praying , fasting and spending my entire day here . Yet you haven't answered me".
I stood still like an inanimate object. I didn't move a muscle. I listened like the prayer was addressed to me .
A little thought popped in my head. I took a pen and paper from my pocket and wrote boldly .
"MY DAUGHTER, I HAVE HEARD YOUR CRY LONG AGO. BUT YOU CAN'T EXPECT A MIRACLE WHEN YOU HAVEN'T PUT IN ANY WORK. BEFORE I FED THE 5000 MEN I ASKED 'HOW MANY BREAD DO YOU HAVE?' IT WAS THE 5 LOAVES OF BREAD AND TWO FISHES THAT WAS BLESSED AND MULTIPLIED"
I tucked the paper into her shoe at the entrance and silently went away.
Three days later , she stopped by my shop to print her CV and other documents needed for a job application.
As we talked , she told me what God had told her through a letter he kept in her shoes.
I smiled inwardly .
This morning as I was about opening my shop, someone greeted me joyfully. I turned around to see her. She was off to work . She finally secured a well paying job.
Friends, life situations can't be conquered only through prayers, we too need to put in our efforts.
HEAVEN HELPS THOSE WHO HELPS THEMSELVES
© Ezewrites
Nwafor Collins Chibueze
Awka, ANAMBRA STATE NIGERIA
Sunday 3rd July 2022
