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ELIJAH'S BURGER





Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah: Leave here, turn eastward and hide in the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan. You will drink from the brook, and I have directed the ravens to supply you with food there. So he did what the Lord had told him. He went to the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan, and stayed there. The ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning and bread and meat in the evening, and he drank from the brook.
1 kings 17:2-6

Just recently I was studying the scriptures and I had my younger brother-Precious by me.
When I saw verse 6, I mindlessly said, "What does bread and meat taste like?"

Of course I was imagining one loaf of hot "Agege" bread (a Lagos brand of bread) and "suya"(name for roasted beef sold at street corners in Lagos).

Just then, my brother said, "bread and meat is burger". Boy! I couldnt agree less. I had to call it Elijah's burger and we both laughed about it.

Isnt amazing to know that God gave Elijah a specific address and free meal tickets at the Raven's restaurant?

Sweetheart, we must stop limiting God. He still provides in extraordinary ways and through the strangest channels even today!

As a child, we had times of nothingness in our house. My father-Bishop Dr. Peter Atulaegwu was and is a full time minister.

I saw and heard my dad pray and just before he got off his knees, there would be a knock on the door by someone who had the answer to his prayer.

We no longer have periods of nothingness but we STILL AND WOULD FOREVER look up to God for our needs. God never failed US.

I learnt from my father how to see God as a loving and caring father. In fact, we were not to ask dad and mum for anything if we hadnt first told God.

I learnt to Trust God in those periods of nothingness and I am still learning in my surplus.

God loves you
Yes, he already gave you free meal/life tickets for all the good things you desire. See psalm 34:9-10

DONT GIVE UP ON GOD, BABY!!

Love you
Anne Atulaegwu

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