Back then in secondary school, I had the desire to read English but I often admired those who studied anything that had to do with medicine.
So I worked hard and fortunately for me, I got into the science class. I successfully finished my secondary school as a science student and then the next step was to define what I’d be going to the university to study.
I was told by my secondary school’s Course adviser that with the Education System in my country one could spend up to 10 years studying medicine. I didn’t want to spend that long in school so I declined it. He also told me that pharmacy was full of calculations and I didn’t like that even though I was good at it. And then he finally suggested nursing to me. He told me it was more of practicals and biology. I knew that was it and so I put in to study Nursing at the university of my choice and fortunately I was granted admission.
I started off as a year one student and believe me….wasn’t as easy as I thought. I felt that as I went higher it was going to get easier. Well it didn’t. It was even more work load but the good thing was that, I was coping just fine and by God’s grace I graduated as the best. I was very knowledgeable about my profession and good at the practicals.
After school, I went for youth service but I was posted to the ministry. After my service was over, I was fortunate to get retained at the ministry of health where I worked for about 10 years. It was more of administration and no field or practicals involved.
Life was really good…
Then something happened to me.
The government was going to downsize, and it was to be done after a screening exercise.
I wasn’t moved. I was good and I knew I was equipped enough to pass the screening exercise.
The day came and then my turn came. I tendered my documents to my examiner (a white man). He was very impressed at my university results so he told me to go and that he was satisfied with knowing that I was an exceptional student in nursing. But as I was about to open the door to leave the office, he called me back.
As I walked confidently back to him he told me that it occurred to him that I had been working with the administrative arm of nursing for 10 years and that he was told to screen everyone to ensure that they are clinically qualified. I gave him a nod and then he went on to ask me a few procedures and to my greatest surprise I couldn’t remember anything up to simple nursing tenses.
I couldn’t believe It myself. I knew immediately that I had lost my job. After gazing at me in disappointment for a while, he smiled at me and said…. “You know my dear, the more you make use of a fully charged mobile phone, the more the battery runs down, but when it comes to knowledge, the more you put it in use the more the battery charges. I will pardon you but go and put your knowledge in use. The more you exercise it the stronger you become. Don’t just lie fallow behind the administrative arm. For now you are pardoned!”
I was very very excited and a week after, I negotiated with a private clinic near by so that I could go there sometimes to work for free just to exercise my knowledge and develop myself and they were very cool with my request. BELIEVE NE I WAS VERY FORTUNATE because a lot of my colleagues lost their jobs because of this same reason.
But before I put down my pen, I want you to see this story in another way.
The Holy Spirit was placed by God in you not to keep Him but to use Him. You’d always be at loss any time you decide to keep Him in a box and do it your way. Thank God The Holy Spirit will never leave us but it is all more to you advantage to put Him in front. This you do by praying always (always pray in tongues).
PLEASE ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT THE ANOINTING IS NOT FOR KEEP, IT’S FOR USE!
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