Sometimes a person needs a hand up not a hand out. In my previously privileged life as a comfortable American I didn't have to worry too much about this stuff.
I came to Africa 5 years ago to help those in need but somewhere along this journey the table has turned. Lately I have become the one
holding out my bare hand.
When they came to my door hungry I gave them my food;
today my shelves are empty and my cupboards bare.
When they came sick I gave
them money to see a doctor; when I became sick a few weeks ago a dear friend in
England sent me the money to see a doctor; otherwise I would still be sick.
When they asked for help with school fees I gave them; now with this upcoming school
term I don't have even a pencil to give.
When they just needed a little hand up, I handed them
the little I had.
I am not sure what tomorrow holds for me but I know Who holds
MY hand. I have been praying since December for some help.
God hears my
prayers. THAT I know. I just have to keep the faith. HE will hold me up.
Psalm 18:35 “Thou hast also given me the shield of
thy salvation: and thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath
made me great.”
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