SOLVE A PROBLEM!

“And it came to pass, as he interpreted to us, so it was; me he restored unto mine office, and him he hanged. Then Pharaoh sent and called Joseph, and they brought him hastily out of the dungeon: and he shaved himself, and changed his raiment, and came in unto Pharaoh”. Gen 41:13-14 (KJV).

I was in a discussion with one of my clients one day and we were talking about how they managed to scale through the ravaging effect of a flood that hit their neighborhood. We talked about a lot of things that happened, how people were displaced from their houses and properties worth fortunes were lost to the flood. It was a very bad time for them, but they managed to pull through.

One of the stories he told me got the hairs at the back of my head standing. He told me about this young man that used an improvised boat to help people evacuate their properties from the flood-ravaged area. He got an old refrigerator, removed the door and converted it to a boat. The young man made a killing from that venture during that period. People didn’t mind paying any amount he charged, provided he was going to help them evacuate whatever was left of their properties.

This reminds me of the men that will get mud and fill-up potholes along major roads. What they do might not be perfect, but they try to proffer solution to a problem. A good number of motorists show their appreciation for their efforts.

A lot of people complain that nobody cares to help them, or to be more precise, give them money. This is because they fail to understand the dynamics of money. Money flows in the direction of value. Value comes from problem solving.

Everyone has been given the same measure of grace, what you do with yours determines the benefit you get from it.

Stop throwing a pity party that only celebrates your mediocrity and inability to put your gifts and talent to work. God has given you gifts so you can profit with them. However, you can only profit from your gift when it is solving a problem.

“Then the Lord said to Moses, “Why are you crying out to me? Tell the people to get moving! Pick up your staff and raise your hand over the sea. Divide the water so the Israelites can walk through the middle of the sea on dry ground”. Exo. 14:15-16 (NLT).

The staff in Moses’ hand was a divine tool to solve the problem that faced the children of Israel. The only issue Moses had there was unawareness of the fact that he had a solution with him. It is tragic that a lot of people are endowed with potentials that can solve global problems and yet they are living beneath their privileges.

My friend, it’s time to stop wallowing in self pity over the areas you are disadvantaged. You have something in you that will solve a problem around you. Find it and work on it. You create value when you solve a problem, and when you create value, you make money from it.

 

 

MANIFEST.

 

 

 

 

Sleepless Nights 1

I got out of bed and followed the voices to the little passage that linked my room to the sitting room. The bathroom and toilet were on the right, while the sitting room was on the left. They were at the passage struggling with each other.

“Please, leave me alone sweet”, I heard her saying. But he continued.

I went over to help her. I picked up my shoe making to hit his head with the heels but she intervened, even in her distress.

“Ada m stop!”, she said even though distressed, “He’s your father. Don’t do that.”

I was disappointed. He was hurting her, yet she was considering who he was.

“You asked me to leave him? He’s hurting you. Are you sure about this?” I asked her.
“Go into your room Ada m, we’ll sort this out”, she said.

I went back to my room aware of extents I couldn’t go. The nights continued. Several of them. But I had learned to intervene differently – PRAYER.

Mama taught me to pray about everything. She showed me that part of scripture that asked us to “pray about everything”. So I added peace to my list.

Every morning and night, I prayed. I went back on my knees if I missed praying for a peaceful home. In church, prayer meetings, devotions, I prayed.

But peace never came until….

 

Diary of a Church Girl

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