TITLE: BENEVOLENT BLESSINGS
By esther robinson
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Samanta rejoined work after recovery from a major operation. The employee appraisal for that year having been finished, like a child eagerly waiting for the bell of the ice-cream man, the increment in salary was awaited. Even a grumpy face showed a sweet smile that swiftly shot up and silently struggled back. A simple sign that the increment declared was good.
“Don’t worry Samanta! You will get increment in the next year.” Comfortless and careless words like Job’s Comforters casually came from her friends and co-workers. Samanta could not digest the situation. Blood dripped from her heart even as she forced a smile on her lips. Off late she has been traveling through the valley of financial crisis with tears as her food. The burden of heavy medical expenses kept weighing her spirits down. She did not deny the fact that her physical infirmities had prevented her from doing work. Yet, an increment in salary was the need of the hour.
The man in authority could not help her. According to the standards of the company, she was unfit for receiving a hike. Samanta sobbed bitterly. Her mind refused to work. She rushed to the reception room of the Manager – Human Resource Development. “Why have you denied me the increment for this year?” She questioned. Frustration squeezed Samanta. “Useless! This man cannot help me. Why is there a need for a so-called Human Resource Development? Can it not analyze the need of the employee? Don’t they have better alternatives?” Muttering thus, she came out as an angry lioness that is deprived of its prey. The joy filled faces of others aggravated her sorrow much more.
She cried that day and the day following. Suddenly a thought flashed in her mind. God’s standard for receiving bountiful blessings are unique and superior. Varies from individual to individual. Immediately she sent her secret supplications silently sealed to the Creator of heaven and earth. Surely the Lord God will help me; Who is he who will condemn Me? I will lift up my eyes to the hills; from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. The Holy Spirit came upon her mightily. She heard a sweet, soft, still voice. “My dear daughter Samanta! You are worried over many things. Do you want this small increment from the hands of man? Or, do you expect my gracious and merciful hands to pour out blessings upon you?”
Samanta submitted her life into the loving hands of the Lord and forgot to think about this matter again. However, these words kept reverberating and ricocheting, “Surely the Lord God will help Me. Who is the person on earth who will condemn Me from receiving His blessings?”
During break time, Samanta read a letter for the fourth time. Wonder widened her eyes.
Greetings to you in the mighty, matchless and marvelous name of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
For a long time, the Lord urged me about this matter. Today, I feel in my spirit that I have accomplished His will.
You’ve been more than a friend. I cannot forget all that you have done for me. Words cannot express your commitment and care. My heart bubbles with joy for a person like you.
As you are aware, I am leaving for United States. God has blessed me with a very good placement there.
As a token of my gratitude please accept this.
God willing, we shall meet again.
Your sister in Christ
Samanta peeked into the cover. Six crisp currency. Six times more than the increment received by her co-workers. “Surely the Lord God will help Me. Who is the person on earth who will condemn Me from receiving His blessings?” With tears in her eyes, Samanta knelt down in the presence of all her co-workers and sent a ‘Thank You’ note above with the assurance, “there is a God of justice up above for me.”
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