When I was a little child, my father told us a story about a young boy who went to fetch some firewood with his father. They wanted to prepare dinner.
Now, I know that some of you can’t relate because you grew up in urban centres where you have gas cookers and all. Just know that we, the village people, make use of firewood to do our cooking.
As they fetched the wood, his father tied some pieces with a cord and laid them on his head while he went to get some more. As his Dad went into the bush, a man passed by and saw the child with a bunch of wood on his head.
In shock, he asked ‘‘my son, who placed these heavy pieces of wood on your small skull?’’
The child replied ‘‘my father’’
‘‘And where is your father?!’’ The man shouted.
‘‘He went into the bush to get some more’’ the child calmly replied.
‘‘Doesn’t he know that this bunch of wood weighs so much, and you’re only a little boy?’’ the man fumed.
And the child gave a memorable reply ‘‘My Father knows how much I can carry’’.
Yes, he was the son of his father. And he trusted that his father knew how many pieces of wood his small skull can bear without crushing. He is my father, he knows my strength and how far I can resist without fainting.
Encouraging lesson
You see, several times we go through very difficult situations during which our fragile neck aches and body hurts, our eyes redden, and our hands grow weak. It appears no one cares, no one sees, and none feels the pain we bear.
I want you to always remember that your heavenly Father knows how much you can carry.
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