God has asked, “What is in your hand?” I open my hand and I see things I thought I lost; but was there the whole time. It was things that would have made me a potential president or vice president. They were things that would have taken me out of the projects. I could have had a better life. I then realized that God never intended for me to be broke, frustrated, lost or at the bottom. It was never in His will that I struggle with anything. So the question is, why and I here? Why does my Sunday look just like Saturday, my Monday look like Sunday and my Tuesday look like Monday. The point I am so desperately trying to make is that, everyday seems to be the same. I get out what I put in, I put in nothing and that pretty much explains why I am still here.
Please note, as the author, I am no longer ‘here’, but have arrived ‘there’ because I opened my hand one day, saw what I needed and my gift made room for me and brought me before great men. Today, they call me ‘Blessed”, but “Blessed” is the only name God has ever called me.
-Annette M. Harris