'DISCOVERING YOUR ASSIGNMENT 11' BY GODWIN UWUBAMEN.

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BOOK REVIEW

'Discovering Your Assignment 11' by Godwin Uwubamen is a great eye opener into the story of the Prophet and the poor widow in 2nd Kings in the Bible as it  illustrates our assignment on earth, how to discover it and start doing it.

according to the writer, we all have an asset, our asset is not our money, properties etc.,but our value is our asset. If you don't have value you can't have money (true money).

all that we need in life to succeed has been given to us already by God, all we need to do is to check inside of us.

according to the writer, while many of us still think that our greatest assets are material things, there are others, who like the Prophet, knows that your greatest asset is within you; that which is not limited to size or shape, that irrespective of what happens to the things or assets outside him, will still be able to bounce back so long as the inner asset is still in place.

to achieve total success in our assignment in this life we need the Holy Ghost. According to the writer, what you have gets you what you want. The way to unleash your potentials is to find a human need, find out what you love doing in life in line with your talent.

there are some indicators to our assignment which the writer has highlighted: your abilities, your heart, your spiritual gift, your personality, your experiences, etc.

the writer concluded by letting us know exactly what to do to stand out in the crowd. this book is indeed a must read by all.

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