destined for the pit

Hannah had Sammy.  I imagine she gave him a nickname.   Don’t you?  Stay with me now. 

Hannah nursed Sammy daily.  Hannah developed a bond with her son.  I am sure she spoke seeds of greatness into his life as she rubbed her fingers gently across his mane.  I am sure she spoke to him about her struggle and how God answered her prayer and healed her of her barrenness as she hugged him close to her bosom.  I am sure she talked to him about his future and how he would be raised in the house of the LORD.  I am sure she talked about how it would be a great experience. 

Sammy was going to PIT academy.  Priest-in-Training, that is.  I am sure she told him how God set it up so the priest office were accountable to teach holiness and the ways of the LORD to the people.   She might have even called them God’s representatives. She might have said something like, “See Sammy, I am teaching you what I know but there will come a time when you will be ready for more.  Substance. Sustenance.  Meat.  There will be a time when I will wean you off this milk, and you will go and be nourished, and it will be more satisfying than you can even imagine.  You will graduate to solid food son.  Sammy, there will come a time where we will both need to walk out our destiny.   But don’t worry son, each year I will come, and visit you, and check on you, and bring you a special gift.  You will wear that gift, and anytime you miss your Mama just think of our time together, and know I am praying for you, and you are in the best of care.  No doubt Sammy.  No doubt.” 
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Be Strengthened and Encouraged in HIM,
Liz

It is in the moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.  Tony Robbins

Destiny is the push of our instincts to the pull of our purpose.  T.D. Jakes

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