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Thanksgiving


The lord has a way of surprising me. When I reach my end that’s where he always begins. July was a very challenging month businesswise and I wondered where my rent and other payments would come from. I prepared myself and my beloved for lack of a salary at the end of the month. Surprisingly enough he was very calm and encouraged me to keep on and he said the lord would come through for us.

End month came, and bills and  more bills kept coming, rent, service charge, advertising , electricity etc. I did my maths almost everyday and things were not adding up. One morning I decided to write cheques by faith. I didn’t date them just wrote the amounts and waited on God. Amazingly God has provided. Last week a client who had been coming frequently just to admire the furniture came and settled for some of our kids furniture and all I could say is thank you Lord. Today, I released one of the fat cheques and the bank balance was scary to look at and all I could say is ‘Lord please come through for me please’. When I got to work, I received a call from a client who had visited our website http://www.sasimpressions.com/ and liked one of our products. Her hubby popped in later and purchased the item. I am in awe of Him. 

I  always say business is by faith. At times my faith seems smaller than a mastered seed, sometimes I rely on my beloved’s faith when I seem to be in doubt. Thank you Lord for hearing my cry and thank you for my beloved who has such great faith in you. Thank you for giving him to me, to be a pillar of strength when my faith and hope seem to quickly fade and become dimmer during cloudy days. Thank you so much and all I can say is may I continue to be faithful with what you have given me.

Comments

Ems Makuthi said…
How lovely, how awesome! our God is an awesome God...this is how our faith grows...i am happy for you my dear...so so happy!

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