Good Morning City!!!

So early last year I joined the sea of people commuting into the city of london every day for work.
It was such an exciting feeling.
The morning rush, the fast paced shuffle of feet approaching from all directions, the well tailored suits and starched shirts, the air heavy with scents and perfumes and many unfamiliar faces.

Wow Stella you are now a City Girl😁😁😁
I wasn't used to the hassle at all.
Having only ever worked within a half hour drive from home, this was in itself an adventure.

Then I met him...A bulky guy with a funny looking face.
His loud sonorous voice immediately made me feel at ease.
He was the newspaper man..but he was no regular newspaper guy..
He stood in the midst of the crowd outside Bank station with a loud voice greeting all who could hear, with the words;Good morning City, have a lovely day.
Wow I thought to myself, how spectacular

Every morning he was there greeting, smiling and handing out newspapers.
His chant was the same as it was the day before and he said it with so much joy.
He made my transition into City life a tad easier trust me; it is the little things that make a huge difference.
I soon began to look forward to hearing those words;Good morning City.
It brought a smile to my face and a spring to my gait
He was touching my life and he didn’t even know.

Then one day, he wasn't there…. I noticed his absence
Where is my newspaper man? I wondered.
After a week it began to sink in
My Newspaper man was no more there.
Where had he gone? I missed him
It’s been nearly a year since I last saw him but I remember him every day I walk past that station.

There is dignity in labour
And what ever one does should be done with pride
I am truly inspired by this man, and I pray our paths cross again
He wasn’t just an ordinary newspaper man
He was different,He went the extra mile
and He did his job with pride.

I am so inspired to be and do my best everyday
Who would notice if I am not there?
Who would miss me because of the extra way I go about my work?
Dear reader you are not insignificant or common
What you do does matter, what ever it is.
Magnify your office and be Extra-ordinary today and every day.
Who would notice when you are gone?
The world is watching and so is God.

Regardless of how I feel, or the stuff going on in my life
I pray that my Life would also inspire someone.
I pray that God would be honoured through the way I serve others
today and every day.
Amen

God bless you.
Col 3:23 (Good News Translation)
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as though you were working for the Lord and not for people

Mark 7:37a(New Living Translation)
They were completely amazed and said again and again, "Everything he does is wonderful.

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