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Friday, June 30, 2017

The Gift

It was New Year’s Eve as the young girl
Was rushing with her work
Mopping the hospital floors
Her mind went back to the days her father was alive and the conversations they used to have
“Every one of us is born with a gift 
Our contribution to the world “, he used to say
“Yes...dad"... she thought in her head "after you passed away
My gift is cleaning toilets you know."
In the prayer hall at the hospital the same day a young preacher was talking from
Ps 139:16 CJB
Your eyes could see me as an embryo,
but in your book all my days were already written;
my days had been shaped
before any of them existed.
God show me my gift she prayed
Surely I have a better future than mopping floors the whole day.
The next day while cleaning the toilets she was surprised when one of the senior doctors smiled at her
“You sing very well”, he told her.
”I do “she replied blushing deeply
“Whose song was it you were singing anyway “he asked “it’s my own Sir, the girl replied.
“You are a very gifted child 
You should be at college”.
“I’m saving up for college Sir,” she replied in a low voice.
 “Come meet me in my cabin let me see if I can help you “, he said.
That night the girl beamed as she wrote in her diary
In one day I discovered my gift and my future was revealed to me.
Thank you God she prayed.