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LITTLE IS MUCH WHEN GOD IS IN IT BY OLUWABUNMI AREGBESOLA


LITTLE IS MUCH WHEN GOD IS IN IT 

BY OLUWABUNMI AREGBESOLA

Reflection:

Let me tell you a short story! 
I remembered how I always wished to have some things. Each time I had any of them, I press for more. I be like, if this one can also come, then I am ready for the task. Let me shock you, each time any of those things surfaced, I began to see press more without utilizing the one at hand.  

Brother, why do you keep waiting to do a big thing for God? What have you been doing with what he has committed into your hands? 
That thing you call little is much when God is in it. 

Stop looking elsewhere for enormous tasks when you are a failure over the little in your care. 
You see an opportunity to talk to one person, but you see it as a little task. You are waiting for five thousand people you will talk to and share the gospel with. 
That act of yours should be questioned. 

Stop waiting for big assignments ma, it will not come if you consider what you are doing now to be little. 
How faithful you are to that little thing, determines if you will be chosen for a bigger one. 

Are you called to just intercede on behalf of others? please don't see it as a little thing. Be faithful! 
It is not how much, but how well. 
At the end, it won't matter how much had been committed into your trusts but how faithful you were. 

Don't seek to be known! 
Don't seek fame! 
Don't seek men's applause and approval! 
Don't envy another's person assignment, know your assignment too. 
You are shaped for a different assignment. 
Stay within your confinement! 
Be faithful to that field of yours. 

In the harvest field now ripened
There’s a work for all to do;
Hark! the voice of God is calling,
To the harvest calling you.

Song :
Refrain:
Little is much when God is in it!
Labor not for wealth or fame;
There’s a crown, and you can win it,
If you go in Jesus’ name.


In the mad rush of the broad way,
In the hurry and the strife,
Tell of Jesus’ love and mercy,
Give to them the Word of Life.


Does the place you’re called to labor
Seem so small and little known?
It is great if God is in it,
And He’ll not forget His own.


Are you laid aside from service,
Body worn from toil and care?
You can still be in the battle,
In the sacred place of prayer.


When the conflict here is ended
And our race on earth is run,
He will say, if we are faithful,
“Welcome home, My child—well done!”

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