WRITINGS FROM THE GLOBAL OFFICE
Empowering Lives with Purpose by Kimberly Ann Hobbs
I PRAISE YOU BECAUSE I AM F E A R F U L LY A N D W O N D E R F U L LY M A D E ; YOUR WORKS ARE WONDERFUL, I K N O W T H AT FULL WELL. ( P S A L M 1 39 : 14 N I V )
FOUNDER, WOMEN WORLD LEADERS
PROVISIONS
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ur holy God is the provider of all our needs. God not only takes care of our physical needs and guides us through life with His careful eye on us, but He also takes care of all our spiritual needs and supplies knowledge to assist our human bodies. My first glimpse of truly recognizing my heavenly Father as a provider came at a very young age. Through a peculiar story I’d love to share with you, God ingrained a chapter of the Bible into my soul, revealing His provision in a way only He could. My grandmother lived in a very small old house on a humongous piece of property. As children, we were allowed to play and do whatever we wanted in that old house. My grandmother would fix up different rooms as she had the money to do so, but before she did, we could be mischievous inside without a care in the world. We had the “hang from the chandelier” experiences in that small 2-bedroom cinderblock house. “Non,” as we called our grandmother, was getting
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ready to demolish her only existing bathroom, which had a clawfoot tub. True to her nature, she gave us permission to write on whatever we wanted in the confines of that little space. So we did! Over time, my brothers and I covered every inch of that room with uplifting kindness. In our messy children’s printing with permanent magic markers, we graffitied the old white tub and toilet and even climbed on the sink to write on the low-lying ceiling! Over the span of a year, we artfully decorated that small space every time we visited. We wrote Bible verses, drew pretty pictures, crossed out our mistakes as a child would do, and just kept writing until, eventually, not one space was left. People would go in and just sit and read the interesting walls of the “necessity room,” making it a funny, lasting memory. However, the more important message was inside the humor. When I or anyone else would sit to use the toilet, one of the first things I ever wrote in my first-grade handwriting was staring the
