IT'S ALL FOR YOU

IT’S ALL FOR YOU

I read the verse over and over again. It was 2 Samuel 7:18:”Then went King David in, and sat before the lord, and he said, who am I, O Lord God? And what is my house that thou hast brought me hitherto?”. As I read, my heart was filled with unspeakable joy. I could identify with David in his wonder at the marvelous love of God. “Thank you father,” I burst out in praise. “You are faithful and loving and merciful. Surely you are the lifter up of my head.” I looked back, counting my blessings; there was so much to thank God for. Of course, there have been times of difficulties, but the lord saw me through. I recalled as I was kneeling down there, praising God, an incident in my first year in secondary school. Our math’s teacher gave the class some work to do. As he went round the class, he noticed that I was sharing a textbook with another student. “Where is your math’s textbook?” He queried.” I have not bought one yet sir”, my voice quivering. “What” he exclaimed. “You can’t study maths without a textbook.” I could only nod my head in reply. I was numb with fear and tears wear very close. Any attempt to talk would have opened the dam. How was I to get the textbook before the next math’s class? It was no use telling my parents; they didn’t have the money. My school fees had not been paid. I could hardly concentrate on school work through the rest of the day. At the sound of the bell at the time of dismissal, all my classmates ran out of the classroom joyfully, happy to be free from the day’s work. I remained in the classroom. I needed to be alone, to tell God of this problem. I was only 10 years old then but I had received Jesus Christ as my savior the previous year when I was 9. I had come to learn that my father in heaven hears and answers prayers. I put my head on my desk and, with tears running down my face, I told Him to help me. I do not know how long I was there but, suddenly, I heard the unmistakably voice of the senior prefect. “what are you doing there?” he barked.” why are you not in the dining hall?” “Oh God” I thought as I lifted up my head, “another trouble”. The tears on my face must have softened the prefect’s heart for he asked with concern, “what is the matter with you?” I had no choice but to tell him of the threats of the math’s teacher.”Oh” he said, “my younger brother still has the copy he used last year. I will give it to you. Now, run to the dining hall and have your meal.” At that moment, he looked to me like an angel sent from God. The problem was solved just like that. “Thank you senior,” I said as I dashed out of the classroom. This problem may seem like nothing, but for a ten-year-old boy, it was earth shattering. I was grateful to the for his help. For He said, “fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed: for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee: yea, I will help thee: yea: I will uphold thee with the right hand right hand of my righteousness”. (Isaiah 41:10).