<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356801569627682742</id><updated>2026-05-19T09:11:50.770-07:00</updated><category term="Motivational/Inspirations"/><category term="articles"/><category term="stories"/><category term="Messages"/><category term="stories/poems"/><category term="Guest Post"/><category term="News"/><category term="STYLE"/><title type='text'>DECRYSTALIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>- Making the world know that there is and can be a clear(crystal) life in God. &#xa;Revelations 22:1</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://decrystalife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356801569627682742/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://decrystalife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356801569627682742/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Decrystalife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148119602062158633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356801569627682742.post-7522649005210995089</id><published>2022-08-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2022-08-27T03:30:34.106-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="articles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational/Inspirations"/><title type='text'>HOW TO KEEP DESTROYING YOURSELF WITH WORRY AND ALSO OVERCOME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Fjdfo4dymaTh7YUQ7Fh9m2mq8cf6Kv7fZmyO41UXt2Vtfkd-X7qf69E8QTDzdV57lK0bUy4aqXy1UQyM-8ZFl-s4YBBU_2AlzhGCngssyx7j08d4CJN0BW6_SvB5j_8DCavNt6SK2yIZI6-8tEPw28TeJCtwDQXbHEt1k-D0xRQmwi2OzqKevQpe8A/s940/20220826_154123_0000.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;788&quot; data-original-width=&quot;940&quot; height=&quot;335&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Fjdfo4dymaTh7YUQ7Fh9m2mq8cf6Kv7fZmyO41UXt2Vtfkd-X7qf69E8QTDzdV57lK0bUy4aqXy1UQyM-8ZFl-s4YBBU_2AlzhGCngssyx7j08d4CJN0BW6_SvB5j_8DCavNt6SK2yIZI6-8tEPw28TeJCtwDQXbHEt1k-D0xRQmwi2OzqKevQpe8A/w400-h335/20220826_154123_0000.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;📍We all worry way too much about so many things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;We worry about what everyone else thinks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;▪Are they going to judge me for writing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;▪Are they going to think I am weird for doing this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;▪Is this picture worth sharing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;▪Is my dress beautiful?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;▪Do I look fine?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;We just worry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;But when you think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it matter what everyone thinks?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can only look at their opinions and suggestions, pick what you want, and leave the rest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•What does your God think about you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;He has beautiful thoughts for us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•What do you think about yourself?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your friends and family all love you (some do) and the people who get your message will appreciate you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop overthinking and worrying about everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;🔹I used to be this way (working on this).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until I began to make conscious efforts to stop worrying about everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•It is exhausting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•It takes a toll on your health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Worry causes high blood pressure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Worrying can make you tired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Worrying can kill you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Worrying can cause ulcers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Negative thoughts start invading your mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Headache sets in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Worry can cause weight loss. You eat but there is no evidence of it on your body.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most times, you overeat because of worry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Questions start arising; are you sick, is all well, etc?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;🔹Worrying is bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are destroying yourself with worry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not let other people on the internet control your life and what you do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;•Be you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus asked in Matthew 6:27 &quot;Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;No!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, why worry; if you know it won&#39;t change anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Speaking to myself too)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus, while in the ship with His disciples in Matthew 8:23-27, the storm raged so much that the disciples feared for their lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;But Jesus Christ was sleeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was in a complete state of rest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one can convince me He did not know there was a storm raging.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instead, He slept through it; He was at peace in the midst of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ask again, why worry?💁&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instead, pour out your heart to God in prayer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prayer for me is therapy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;In that state, I am completely vulnerable to my Father.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell Him all your worries and patiently wait with faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Butcher🔪 the fear and worry, then dump it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;He listens.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;©Uduakobong Hanson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://decrystalife.blogspot.com/feeds/7522649005210995089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5356801569627682742/7522649005210995089?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356801569627682742/posts/default/7522649005210995089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356801569627682742/posts/default/7522649005210995089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://decrystalife.blogspot.com/2022/08/how-to-keep-destroying-yourself-with.html' title='HOW TO KEEP DESTROYING YOURSELF WITH WORRY AND ALSO OVERCOME.'/><author><name>Decrystalife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148119602062158633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Fjdfo4dymaTh7YUQ7Fh9m2mq8cf6Kv7fZmyO41UXt2Vtfkd-X7qf69E8QTDzdV57lK0bUy4aqXy1UQyM-8ZFl-s4YBBU_2AlzhGCngssyx7j08d4CJN0BW6_SvB5j_8DCavNt6SK2yIZI6-8tEPw28TeJCtwDQXbHEt1k-D0xRQmwi2OzqKevQpe8A/s72-w400-h335-c/20220826_154123_0000.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356801569627682742.post-4628273058930314883</id><published>2021-11-05T05:01:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2022-01-26T12:43:30.876-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Messages"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational/Inspirations"/><title type='text'>WHAT DOES SACRIFICE MEAN IN A RELATIONSHIP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CroUF-bQvTKyJvhlfCE2ADmFJtfJ1g1WrQ2aaUfXTVmb-oRPjMrezLwXkcpKJM-SnUW6d_z8koSk0vQxWjL2GPlu55WAFqxjvoixcTjtn28XKSCAo3XvzhH4lAS2-1jxolL8TBl_d8TZ/s900/FB_IMG_1626527175944.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;900&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CroUF-bQvTKyJvhlfCE2ADmFJtfJ1g1WrQ2aaUfXTVmb-oRPjMrezLwXkcpKJM-SnUW6d_z8koSk0vQxWjL2GPlu55WAFqxjvoixcTjtn28XKSCAo3XvzhH4lAS2-1jxolL8TBl_d8TZ/s320/FB_IMG_1626527175944.jpg&quot; width=&quot;256&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Every relationship requires some sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Even, a garden full of flowers requires sacrifice to tend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;It takes sacrifice for a farmer to reap good harvest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;What does it mean to be sacrificial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being sacrificial is being selfless and loving, all out for someone and even inconveniencing yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;So, in your relationship, you say am not the &quot;this type of person, I am not the that type of yen yen&quot; and you know it can make that relationship blossom, why not make sacrifices and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;it is called sacrificial love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Maybe the sacrifice you have to make is understanding and patience, taking in the other person&#39;s mental health into consideration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Nobody was born a type of person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;School, parents, environment, experiences, church, etc ; shaped us into being some type of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;But, self centeredness and selfishness hinders us from making sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Even our Lord Jesus that died and resurrected was not the &quot;dying type of person&quot; to die for us, but He made that sacrifice because of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Drop that habit, attitude, mentality, selfishness, greed and make some sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Also, do not kill someone&#39;s son/daughter all in the name of he/she has to make sacrifices for you; that even you can not make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Hope I made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;#saidudee&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;#comfortzonebreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://decrystalife.blogspot.com/feeds/4628273058930314883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5356801569627682742/4628273058930314883?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356801569627682742/posts/default/4628273058930314883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356801569627682742/posts/default/4628273058930314883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://decrystalife.blogspot.com/2021/11/sacrificial-relationship.html' title='WHAT DOES SACRIFICE MEAN IN A RELATIONSHIP?'/><author><name>Decrystalife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148119602062158633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CroUF-bQvTKyJvhlfCE2ADmFJtfJ1g1WrQ2aaUfXTVmb-oRPjMrezLwXkcpKJM-SnUW6d_z8koSk0vQxWjL2GPlu55WAFqxjvoixcTjtn28XKSCAo3XvzhH4lAS2-1jxolL8TBl_d8TZ/s72-c/FB_IMG_1626527175944.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356801569627682742.post-6079589638484801354</id><published>2019-09-05T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2019-09-05T01:32:00.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Say I Am A Christian By Carol Wimmer, 1988</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; 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When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;
I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”&lt;br /&gt;
I’m whispering, “I get lost sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
That’s why I chose this way”&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t speak with human pride&lt;br /&gt;
I’m confessing that I stumble –&lt;br /&gt;
needing God to be my guide&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;
I’m not trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt;
I’m professing that I’m weak&lt;br /&gt;
and pray for strength to carry on&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;
I’m not bragging of success&lt;br /&gt;
I’m admitting that I’ve failed&lt;br /&gt;
and cannot ever pay the debt&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t think I know it all&lt;br /&gt;
I submit to my confusion&lt;br /&gt;
asking humbly to be taught&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;
I’m not claiming to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;
My flaws are far too&amp;nbsp;visible&lt;br /&gt;
but God believes I’m worth it&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;
I still feel the sting of pain&lt;br /&gt;
I have my share of heartache&lt;br /&gt;
which is why I seek God’s&amp;nbsp;name&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;br /&gt;
I do not wish to judge&lt;br /&gt;
I have no authority&lt;br /&gt;
I only know I’m loved&lt;/div&gt;
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If you enjoyed the above poem. We also have another one by Mary Stevenson, &#39;Footprint in the Sand&#39;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://decrystalife.blogspot.com/2017/07/footprints-in-sand.html?m=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;READ HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anxiety isn&#39;t good when you are trying to conceive; first hand experience.&lt;br /&gt;
And my anxiety wasn&#39;t just from me being disturbed about conceiving but from other factors too. Example: questions being asked, flippant comments and direct confrontations, unsolicited advice.&lt;br /&gt;
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You might say, only two years and you were worrying yourself to death. Ha! It&#39;s was like twenty two years to me. In the span of two years,a lot happened ...it was well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was completely worked up. Those that know me in person can testify that I was a slim person but became extremely slim. I became a shadow of myself. I was eating but was not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was seriously anxious and worried. So much was said to me.&lt;br /&gt;
Pastor Victor and his wife, Pastor Mary,&amp;nbsp; Aunty Nseabasi Etim , My mum and lots of others were a great source of strength; God bless them for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was doing alot of things like taking of Communion daily, anointing my stomach daily and reading the word concerning the situation. One thing was sure I was doing it wrongly. How?&lt;br /&gt;
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I did not follow the instruction of Philippians 4:6.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And when I follow through with the above instruction, this happens&lt;br /&gt;
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Verse 7&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesu&lt;/b&gt;s.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Common English Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot; Don’t be anxious about anything; rather, bring up all of your requests to God in your prayers and petitions, along with giving thanks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Then the peace of God that exceeds all understanding will keep your hearts and minds safe in Christ Jesus.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lacked peace of mind. My faith concerning what I was asking was mixed with anxiety and worry.&lt;br /&gt;
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2nd quarter of 2017, I had enough. Things just had to change. I was doing everything wrong and I had to right that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sat myself down and asked Uduakobong certain questions.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Will I be happy if I have children or not?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes I will but still wish for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. If I stay the next ten years to come and not have a child, will I still face the world?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes I will&lt;br /&gt;
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3. If by this situation, my marriage ends, will my life end?&lt;br /&gt;
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Nope, my life will still be intact.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Is God a liar?&lt;br /&gt;
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No, He is not&lt;br /&gt;
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5. He said you are fruitful and that He will grant you conception.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes He said so.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Then why do you want to do His job for Him? Why are you so worried?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmmmm... This ends today.&lt;br /&gt;
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And it did end.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was done with asking myself these questions. I now told God, &quot;if you give me children or not, I will still be yours serving you but one thing is sure no-one will take Your glory in this issue. I will return all to you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Believe me, I began to relax.&lt;br /&gt;
It was like a huge weight was lifted. I began to add weight. Smiled more. Prayed and thanked God more. I was completely transformed. I continued my daily routine with more understanding with a relaxed mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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God showed up. I got pregnant without even knowing. That period, I was treating malaria and typhoid. I had carried out a home test severally, nothing showed. Not until I went for a blood test and there it was; I was pregnant. What a joy I felt that day. I didn&#39;t even know whether I should cry or laugh. all that came out from my mouth was &quot;Thank you Jesus&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Am sharing this to encourage someone not to give up. Your testimony is sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please, it&#39;s not every advice you should take. For if you take all, you might end up with something you did not bargain for.&lt;br /&gt;
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Align everything you want to do with the word of God and your change will come (Job 14:14)&lt;br /&gt;
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The pregnancy journey and the labour room story (laughing); wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Autism. A six letter word that doesn&#39;t make a real impact on the majority of the human race. Autism, a word so misunderstood, so neglected, so JUDGED. Autism, a word that has the ability to DESTROY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;One can read as many articles, look at as many autism pages, and hear about as many autism campaigns possible. But, IF YOU HAVEN’T LIVED with it, haven’t walked in an autism parent’s shoes, then you HAVEN’T felt what that six letters is CAPABLE of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Living with Autism comes with phases. At first you live in denial, you look past the developmental delay, you brush the behavior off as naughty, and you keep on dreaming! You hold onto the dream that this child in front of you will be the next this or that, that your child will SUCCEED in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Then comes the phase where you realise that your child’s little problem is actually a huge problem. And something has to be done. Still dreaming! Still hoping for some miracle pill or therapy session that will wipe away the problem. Your family to live happily ever after, after the first Doctor’s visit…..&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;💗&quot; class=&quot;emoji&quot; draggable=&quot;false&quot; scale=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://s0.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/twemoji/2/svg/1f497.svg&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: initial !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-size: initial !important; border: none !important; box-shadow: none !important; box-sizing: inherit; display: inline !important; height: 1em !important; margin: 0px 0.07em !important; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px !important; vertical-align: -0.1em !important; width: 1em !important;&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;🌸&quot; class=&quot;emoji&quot; draggable=&quot;false&quot; scale=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://s0.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/twemoji/2/svg/1f338.svg&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: initial !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-size: initial !important; border: none !important; box-shadow: none !important; box-sizing: inherit; display: inline !important; height: 1em !important; margin: 0px 0.07em !important; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px !important; vertical-align: -0.1em !important; width: 1em !important;&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;🌈&quot; class=&quot;emoji&quot; draggable=&quot;false&quot; scale=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://s0.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/twemoji/2/svg/1f308.svg&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: initial !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-size: initial !important; border: none !important; box-shadow: none !important; box-sizing: inherit; display: inline !important; height: 1em !important; margin: 0px 0.07em !important; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px !important; vertical-align: -0.1em !important; width: 1em !important;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;THEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Comes the Autism diagnosis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Your whole world, your hopes, your dreams, your child’s study policy you took out the day he was born,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;IT ALL COMES CRASHING DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;At once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;YOU ARE LEFT WITH PAGES OF WRITING, FULL OF MEDICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;terms and english words probably only a person with a doctorate in English literature would understand, explaining the diagnosis. The fancy words blurr, all you seem to see is YOUR CHILD has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;AUTISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;All you feel is pain, all you are is emptied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;The uncomfortable thing about life is, is IT GOES ON!&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;😭&quot; class=&quot;emoji&quot; draggable=&quot;false&quot; scale=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://s0.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/twemoji/2/svg/1f62d.svg&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: initial !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-size: initial !important; border: none !important; box-shadow: none !important; box-sizing: inherit; display: inline !important; height: 1em !important; margin: 0px 0.07em !important; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px !important; vertical-align: -0.1em !important; width: 1em !important;&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life doesn’t stand still because you got a diagnosis, and now suddenly you are nothing but bones (and in my case a ton of fat) covered with skin. Autism doesn’t give you a grieving period and a time frame to build up a coping mechanism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Live goes on! And so does this Autism word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;And when Autism goes on, it goes on a rampage! Painting your life black with it’s symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;The delay in speech gets to a point where your once semi – verbal child is now only able to communicate through growling sounds and noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;The child you dreamed of becoming the next big superstar, is now behaving in the worst possible way ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Your once beautiful decorated house becomes empty and cold, autism smashing ornaments, breaking portraits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;pulling down curtains, – the world to see your inside, exept the world looks away…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Your once enjoyable social life, drained, dry, you find yourself isolated, your closest, turning their backs, your child too much for them to cope with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;YOU END UP WITH ME, MYSELF AND AUTISM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;No way of sugar coating phases that breaks and destroys. You can read, you can hear, you can see a mom in public looking like trash, a once proud father, now walking with his head bowed, you can see a child growling on the floor kicking and screaming, you can see, hear and feel this seven letter word. But if you haven’t put on my flat, mama flip flops on, and endured what I have endured. That seven letter word only stays a WORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;It is these phases, this last phase of Autism, that breaks. But once broken in such a way that your being is like the consistency of dust, it is then when a broken spirit turns into a fighting spirit. And we find a way to get up, and refuse the destructive force of a seven letter word threathening to destroy, threatening to let those affected by it turn back to dust!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;This is where the human race stunnes me. Where I stand in awe of what a human, a special needs parent, is capable of! We endure the worst, we fall hard, yet some how we manage to get up, and we go against every thing that is in our way, and we fight for our children. For they aren’t a diagnosis! They ARE the world’s next this or that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;A diagnosis can either be a word that breaks, or it can be a word with the capability to show the world, and anything against us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;WHAT IS POSSIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;Hats off to all my fellow autism/ special needs parent who is living a phase, but is also finding their figting spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit;&quot;&gt;And to those lucky enough, to whom a word is only a word, and not an experience, every day is an opportunity to enrich a life of those experiencing the word against them. A simple friendly gesture, can change the world, and make the experience of a phase a bit less painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The year 2018 was a blessed year for me. The year a significant change took place in my life; &amp;nbsp;I became a mother to a glorious baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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This change didn&#39;t seem possible but just like the song writer said &quot;my hope is built on nothing less than Jesus Christ, my righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus&#39; name. ...&quot; .&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, here we are in a new year; 2019.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe you where told by the doctor you wouldn&#39;t make it to this year, but here you are.&lt;br /&gt;
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Circumstances challenged you to give up, but here you are.&lt;br /&gt;
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After experiencing 10 hours plus of labour, it didn&#39;t seem like my baby and I would make it but God made a way and we had victory. (story for another day)&lt;br /&gt;
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Our God is faithful!&lt;br /&gt;
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Encourage yourself in the Lord this year.&lt;br /&gt;
Committ all you instead doing to Him.&lt;br /&gt;
Have hope but work towards achieving your hope.&lt;br /&gt;
Develop that idea you have.&lt;br /&gt;
Improve yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Above all, make prayer and studying of the word of God a life style this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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God bless us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy New Year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39; Secret sin&#39;, a dilemma of many born-again Christians. It is secret in the eyes of men but God sees it all.&lt;br /&gt;
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One minute you are on fire for God and before you know it, you are back to ground zero. Just like &#39;a dog going back to its vomit&#39; (read my post on this).&lt;br /&gt;
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Am talking &amp;nbsp;about the secret sin that you are secretly enjoying, the one that prinks you, fills you with so much guilt and your conscience won&#39;t let you rest.&lt;br /&gt;
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The one that makes us ask ourselves &quot;how will I start praying to my God now that have done this &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, &amp;nbsp;He said we should come come boldly to the throne of grace asking for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many of us are struggling with one secret sin or more.&lt;br /&gt;
We have tried to quit on our own. Maybe it&#39;s draining our health, stealing your Joy and relationship with God, causing issues in your home, workplace, marriage or financially.&lt;br /&gt;
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The solutions to these &#39;secret sin&#39; from a personal view are:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Ask for the help of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Fill your life with prayer daily. Revive the fire of prayer in your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Read the word of God (Bible). &amp;nbsp;Speaking the word over your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Speak to someone about it. The person you trust, who won&#39;t judge you and spread your news. Let the person agree with you in prayer about the issue.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;Each time the thoughts, ideas, desires, feelings, come, begin to pled the blood of Jesus Christ over your spirit man, play some gospel tunes. Read the Bible. If you are home, leave the house. Something to help you take your mind off and saturate your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Be determined to walk with God to help you work out your salvation and deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pray this helps and works for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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God Bless Us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The past few weeks have been the happiest, fulfilling, gratifying and joyful days of my life. Why?&lt;br /&gt;
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My bundle of&#39; Joy Overflow&#39; arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
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After being married, typically people will start counting months for you. &quot;she is not yet pregnant? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It will increase to the question being asked to your face.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I had this experience&lt;br /&gt;
I got married in 2015 and I was already worked up on not being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;
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Went for medical checkup; it was fine. Then I began to have strange dreams. That&#39;s when I knew there was a spiritual battle on my being fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;
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I began to engage in the word of God about fruitfulness. Declaring and praying on them: 1 Timothy 2:15, Exodus 23:26, Psalms 113:9, Psalms 128:3, Malachi 3:10-11 among others.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read books too. Like &#39;You Shall not be Barren&#39; by Pastor Faith Oyedepo and &#39;Supernatural Childbirth&#39; by Jackie Mize&lt;br /&gt;
I read this books over and over again. Practically digested them.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Mum called me one day and shared this portion with me in Ruth 4:13. I got a different view and understanding concerning conception. The verse tells us that God granted Ruth conception when she met Boaz.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember, Ruth has been married before with no issue; why? Well, only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;
But in my opinion, it wasn&#39;t yet time.&lt;br /&gt;
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My faith, hope and trust in God was increased and firm but I didn&#39;t do one thing Philippians 4:6-7 recommends. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://decrystalife.blogspot.com/2018/06/prescription-for-peace-of-mind.html?m=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Read here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I also read in 1 Samuel chapter 1, how God shut up Hannah&#39;s womb and I read it with a fresh understanding.&lt;br /&gt;
One thing that strucked me was that Hannah&#39;s countenance was no longer sad and I did not do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in mid 2017, I took a turn and spoke to myself&amp;nbsp; &quot;You have prayed and fasted, people are praying for you too and God is not a joker. Why don&#39;t you relax and stop being worried and anxious. What of those that waited 20years or more before having their first issue. If you were them you would have killed yourself. When did you even get married?.&amp;nbsp; Stop listening to what people are saying and calling you. God is working something out for you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talk of relaxing; I relaxed and became calm and began to thank God for my children.&lt;br /&gt;
My relaxing began to show, for I gained weight and looked healthy. Ha! Questions and comments again; which I ignored and some I responded.&lt;br /&gt;
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2017 Shiloh my Father in faith declared that &quot;anyone that wants children is declared pregnant and will put to birth by September 2018.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The word was for me. The Amen I screamed made heaven shake in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;
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January 2018 I was confirmed pregnant and September 2018 my Joy arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
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The pregnancy journey?&amp;nbsp; Story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;
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This testimony in a nutshell is to the glory of my God; who does marvelous things.&lt;br /&gt;
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I encourage you not to give up. Keep holding on because your laughter is coming.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are fruitful! (personalize it)&lt;br /&gt;
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God bless us abundantly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Smith Wigglesworth, born June 10, 1859 in Menston, Yorkshire, England.&lt;br /&gt;
He got born-again at the age of eight.&lt;br /&gt;
He married Polly Featherstone on May 2 , 1882. She was a Salvation Army preacher.&lt;br /&gt;
Blessed with a daughter and four sons.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being an illiterate, Smith learnt how to read through the tutoring of his wife, who taught him how to read the Bible.&lt;/div&gt;
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Smith received baptism of the Holy Ghost with evidence of speaking in tougues by the laying on of hands from Mary Boddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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He had his ministerial credentials from the Assemblies of God in the United States.&lt;/div&gt;
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A man used tremendously by God; without any form of education.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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God used him to heal hundreds of illnesses and diseases.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Smith had an unshakable and unquestionable faith in God and His word.&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;The Apostle of faith&#39; Smith Wigglesworth died on 12th March 1947, aged 87.&lt;/div&gt;
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Have you by any chance read or listened to any of his messages?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If yes, please share.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks and God bless.&lt;/div&gt;
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King Hezekiah was sick and he recovered from the sickness through God&#39;s mercy (Isaiah 38).&lt;br /&gt;
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Merodach, King of Babylon heard of his recovery, sent letters and a present to Hezekiah (Isaiah 39)&lt;br /&gt;
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He didn&#39;t even come on his own but sent messengers to deliver his letters and present.&lt;br /&gt;
Hezekiah being happy of what he has received showed them all God has blessed him with; everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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What an action!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, maybe he did it with an open heart or to show off; I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;
But, God sent Prophet Isaiah to him, telling him that his action has cost him peace in his kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a great lesson to be learnt here.&lt;br /&gt;
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The lesson of learning to keep our blessings, testimonies, breakthroughs, future plans, journey to be undertaken, issues of life etc to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not everyone should know certain things about you; most times its not even necessary for anyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;
Why broadcast yourself?&lt;br /&gt;
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We should learn to control our mouth; don&#39;t just talk carelessly. Someone might pick on it and use it against you or tell another person that will use it against you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Imagine the action of Hezekiah, he was not even the one going to suffer for it but his children after him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He practically thanked God that he was going to enjoy peace during his days (verse 8).&lt;br /&gt;
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The same Babylon he was busy showcasing himself will be the ones taking away his people and treasures; making a total spoil of the whole nation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh!&amp;nbsp; Our actions matter in life alot.&lt;br /&gt;
It can cost you your life, family and everything you hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;
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This reminds me of a man who told his friend of the job opportunity he has with a reputable company. The Managing Director had asked to meet with him the next day and that he is very sure of getting the job.&lt;br /&gt;
His friend heard, left and rushed down to the company that same day, met with the Managing Director and he was given the job. His friend lost that job opportunity just like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes! He betrayed his friend that was simply sharing his success to-be with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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What a life!&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many instances.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe you have had similar experiences or going through one.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bottom line is : Watch your actions, watch what you say, keep certain things to yourself and choose your friends wisely.&lt;br /&gt;
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Abasi Idiong Nnyin!&lt;br /&gt;
(God bless us)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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It all started on a Wednesday morning. I had woken up early and got prepared for CDS ( Community Development Service). Actually, that day there was no &amp;nbsp;CDS meeting; we were to go to Iticth (a community far away from my Place of Primary Assignment) for clearance.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got ready on time, stepped out in my NYSC outfit that I was so proud of. The idea that morning (as usual) was to stand by the road side with the hope of getting a lift for my friend Ben ( not real name) and I .&lt;br /&gt;
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I did not spend up to a minute by the road when this black Camry (&#39;Big for nothing&#39; as its generally called) pulled over. The driver offered to give me a lift; of course that&#39;s what I was looking out for. So I jumped at the offer. But, I didn&#39;t forget &amp;nbsp;to tell him that Ben would be coming along if he (the driver) didn&#39;t mind. He shrugged and said &quot;no problem&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ben, who was just coming out of our flat, was surprised I had already nailed a lift, in a car for that matter (we served in a typical village in Enugu state where cars were hard to come by).&lt;br /&gt;
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So, we entered the car with thanksgiving to the driver and to God. At least we just saved another part of our &#39;allawee&#39; (monthly allowance).&lt;br /&gt;
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The drive to Iticth was uneventful, but we got to know the driver/owner of the car and two other men that were in the car. He introduced himself as Architect Rogers (not real name) from Kogi state, based in Lagos but he is temporarily in a nearby community for a building construction.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ben and I introduced ourselves and ended it with the conventional &quot;its my pleasure to meet you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It seemed that the fact I told him I&#39;m from Akwa Ibom state tickled and triggered him to ask for my number; when he dropped us at Iticth before heading to Nsukka. I obliged. At least that will serve as a gratitude offering from us to him. So, off he went with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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He called the next day, requesting to sit out with me. I granted the request and Ben came along.&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Uncomfortable&#39; was his name that evening because Ben shared the table with us and that didn&#39;t give him the chance to say what was obviously on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually, he had his chance after the drinks and meat and was ready to go. On seeing him off to his car, he requested I had a little chit-chat with him.&lt;br /&gt;
So we ended up having the talk in his car. Wrong move by me, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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The first thing he told me when we got settled was that he has a child, a girl, staying with his sister in Port Harcourt, but he is not married.&lt;br /&gt;
According to him, he was letting me know about this because he likes sincerity thereby urging me to be sincere with him; no lies.&lt;br /&gt;
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His first and main concern was Ben. He demanded to know if I was in a relationship with him.&lt;br /&gt;
I told him that notion was generally agreed amongst our colleagues and the community at large, because we were always seen together and rented and lived in the same flat, different rooms. Just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, I told him I had a boyfriend back home in Akwa Ibom and I truly love him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He took the truthful information quite well. The stand he decided to take after the long discussion on various topics was that he would stay away from me in order not to hurt Ben (whatever he meant by that, I wasn&#39;t in a relationship with Ben).&lt;br /&gt;
Before he took his stand, he told me he didn&#39;t want me as his girlfriend or just a friend but he wanted me as a wife! (Just like that? Abasi mi!)&lt;br /&gt;
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It was surprising to me, being that I had just known him a day and some hours.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I played it cool and pleased.&lt;br /&gt;
Flowed with the flow to see where it will lead, though I figured it all out already but was not sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;br /&gt;
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STORY BY: EDIDIONG GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;
EDITED BY ME.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was reading through John chapter 2, verses 14 to 16 spoke of Jesus chasing the sellers out of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I have read and heard this story so many times. But, it ministered to me in a different dimension.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s look at this story; asking ourselves this question.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus was known for teaching the people the word but this time He didn&#39;t teach. Instead, drove them out. Why?&lt;br /&gt;
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The Holy Spirit ministered to my spirit saying &quot;they wouldn&#39;t have listened&quot;. So, Jesus had to do this differently.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes!, Jesus would have stood in the temple to teach, admonish that it is not good to turn God&#39;s temple into a market place. No one would have listened.&lt;br /&gt;
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He could have resorted to fasting and prayer; no one could&#39;ve been moved.&lt;br /&gt;
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He didn&#39;t pat them on the back saying &quot;oh, you&#39;ve sold long enough in this temple it&#39;s time to move&quot;; not even a bird would have flown away.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, He took a different approach, made a scourge of small cords and drove them all out of the temple. The nonsense ended.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are situations, people, circumstances in our lives that no longer need &#39;baby sitting&#39;, &#39;simple humble prayer&#39;, &#39;I can endure, tolerate attitude&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It now needs an aggressive, &#39;no more&#39;,&amp;nbsp; &#39;it&#39;s time to go&#39;action.&lt;br /&gt;
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Get aggressive in your prayer, if you are praying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Take a stand physically and spiritually; demand a change.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t sit there throwing a &#39;pity party for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Go all out and get your desired turn around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough is enough!.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have had some challenges this past few weeks that really wanted to drain me.&lt;br /&gt;
I had to really sit my self down and count my blessings; drawing strength from the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mind reflected on a 72 year old man that had challenges with his health that didn&#39;t permit him to urinate.&lt;br /&gt;
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He had to go through surgery to enable him urinate again. The surgery was successful.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the days while still recuperating at the hospital, his doctor met him crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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He asked him what the issue was:&lt;br /&gt;
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The old man said &quot;in all my 72 years on earth, I have not been grateful to God for always enabling me to urinate freely and unaided. Here I am paying huge amount of money just to urinate. I took my &#39;little blessings&#39; for granted.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Personally, have been blessed. Despite the challenges that come up. I may not be where I want to be right now but am not where I used to be. My past is better than today.&lt;br /&gt;
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You may be on the hospital bed hoping for a miracle and even angry at God; thank this God you are still breathing. Many had just headache and died. Be grateful!&lt;br /&gt;
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You are married and no children yet; thank God you are married. Many are praying to be married.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have a common cold which is giving you difficulty in breathing. Thank God is just cold. Many are breathing with the aid of oxygen tank.&lt;br /&gt;
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Really, we should be grateful for the blessings we call little. God is not unjust neither is He unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember Joy is free and very personal. Don&#39;t let anyone or anything steal your joy no matter the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rejoice always and be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Imela!&lt;/div&gt;
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Lena Marie Johansson of Sweden was born with no arms, only one developed leg and foot, the other leg was shorter than the other.&lt;br /&gt;
She is the first child of loving Christian parents. Who were despaired at first by their daughters drastic deformity but learned from the Bible on how to cope and help their handicapped daugther.&lt;br /&gt;
Lena records in her book &#39;footnotes:a life without limits&#39; that her parents treated her like every other normal person.&lt;br /&gt;
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She went to church, attended Sunday school classes. She developed her faith in God that she was not a mistake or a circumstance that just happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lena learned to use her feet to eat, to carry out basic self functions.&lt;br /&gt;
She plays the keyboard and has conducted choirs; has a successful professional singing career.&lt;br /&gt;
She has won swimming competitions and competed in Paralympics in Seoul, Korea.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lena also drives a car with special equipment.&lt;br /&gt;
In her words &quot;I prefer to rejoice in what I can do - not mourn what I can&#39;t.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus was asked in John 9:1-12 about the man who was born blind &quot;Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?&quot; ...&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus replied &quot;Neither this man nor his parent sinned but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Indeed the works of God has been displayed in the life of Lena Marie Johansson.&lt;/div&gt;
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At almost every point in our lives we seek for absolute peace, calmness and quietness around us. We wish for a place of solace from the storm that is raging; in the midst of it we feel so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t be helpless. For storms come to build our faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;
As a Christian, challenges will come but always remember that God promised to be with you in the midst of trouble and revive you.&amp;nbsp; Remember His promises concerning that issue.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finding all round peace especially peace of mind has become an unending quest for many.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the way to finding lasting peace is from the WORD OF GOD; the BIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;
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From scriptures, you find words that minister to you personally.&lt;br /&gt;
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This particular scripture holds a formula for peace. I call it a prescription for peace of mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;PHILIPPIANS 4:6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&quot;Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with&amp;nbsp; thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;And the peace of God, which&amp;nbsp; passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts&amp;nbsp; and minds through Christ Jesus.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s break down the scripture:&lt;br /&gt;
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What are the chemicals listed in the formula/prescription?&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Prayer : It means an address to God in word or thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Supplication : means to make a humble entreaty, to ask humbly and earnestly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Combination of &quot;BY PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION &quot; means to humbly address God in word or thought in earnest.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Thanksgiving : means a prayer that expresses thanks to God, expressing gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;
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What a wonderful formula!&lt;br /&gt;
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- The first line in verse 6 is an admonition&amp;nbsp; to us &quot;&lt;i&gt;be careful for nothing &quot; &lt;/i&gt;meaning stop being overly anxious for things. Stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus asked in Matthew 6:27&lt;i&gt; &quot;Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus, while in the ship with His disciples in Matthew 8:23-27, the storm raged so much that the disciples feared for their lives. But Jesus Christ was sleeping. Know one can convince me He didn&#39;t know there was a storm raging. Instead, He slept through it; He was at peace in the midst of it. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, why worry?&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead, :&lt;br /&gt;
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- Pour out your heart to God in prayer and supplication.&lt;br /&gt;
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Matthew 11:28 says &quot;Come&amp;nbsp; unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden,&amp;nbsp; and I will give you rest.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rest means having absolute peace. The challenge is there but you have rest of mind and heart to walk through it knowing God is with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Also, thank God for His blessings. Remember &quot;with thanksgiving&quot; from our anchor scripture.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your prayer starts with thanksgiving and ends with thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank God for bringing you this far.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank Him for the breakthroughs.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank for answered prayers.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank Him for the ones He is answering.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank Him remembering all what He has done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Count your BLESSINGS!&lt;br /&gt;
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- Speak the word over your life, over that challenge day after day.&lt;br /&gt;
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A verse or verses of the Bible that speaks to your mind concerning that challenge and make it part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus said in John 14:27 &quot;Peace I leave with you, my peace I give&amp;nbsp; unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you.&amp;nbsp; Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be&amp;nbsp; afraid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Apply this formula in your life. Take the prescription given and have peace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Prayer + supplication + thanksgiving = Peace (of hearts and minds).&lt;br /&gt;
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Shalom!&lt;br /&gt;
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I wouldn&#39;t call it a coincidence but in a way it was; for I got to meet &#39;the woman with the baby again&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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You remember the woman with a baby I sighted from my balcony, who was so distorted that I wished I had asked her what troubled her?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I met her again. She looked better than last time. Her hair was plainted in a neat weaving, the navy blue gown she wore brought out her beautiful figure. She looked really good.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was the one that actually recognized me and approached with a lovely smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first I was taken aback by who could the stranger be.&lt;br /&gt;
I responded to her greeting and she introduced herself.&lt;br /&gt;
She said her name is Gloria. She came to the town junction to get baby food.&lt;br /&gt;
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I then asked her the question I wished I had asked her the first time I met her.&lt;br /&gt;
Why were you looking so haggard, troubled and confused that day?&lt;br /&gt;
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This is her story :&lt;br /&gt;
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She lost her husband four months ago and was buried a month before I met her.&lt;br /&gt;
She married for only two years and has a six months old baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her husband got sick after being out with friends. The doctor diagnosed poisoning. He developed stomachaches, couldn&#39;t keep food down in his system.&lt;br /&gt;
Everything was done to save him but it didn&#39;t work. One day he just vomited over and over again still he gave up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly, I felt her pain. Losing at 25 years old&amp;nbsp; wasn&#39;t something anyone prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;
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She continued by telling me that her husband&#39;s people took over the husbands affairs. Seized the ATM cards; got the pin code from her and emptied the bank accounts.&lt;br /&gt;
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All in the name of &#39;they are putting things in place for the burial&#39;. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;
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After the burial, things became worse. She barely had food to eat. She and the late husband lived the family compound, so she was constantly humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;
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It got to a point where she was asked to choose any of her husband&#39;s brothers to remarry. I couldn&#39;t believe my ears; in this age and time, this was still going on. Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;
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She bluntly refused. She was told that if she ever decides to remarry outside the family that she would have to forgo her son.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly, her suffering increased left, right and centre. Till she couldn&#39;t bare it anymore. She began to plot her escape.&lt;br /&gt;
An opening came and she left; which was the first time I met her.&lt;br /&gt;
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She&#39;s back at her father&#39;s house and recovering marvelously well.&lt;br /&gt;
Her father helped her secure a teaching job at a newly established nursery school at her village.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really admired her for picking up her life and living again; in which I told her so.&lt;br /&gt;
She responded by saying &quot;it&#39;s not been easy, but I had to live for my son. God has really helped me and used my family to support me&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got her phone number and even added two to three things to her baby food shopping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lato; line-height: 25px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As many of you know, David &amp;amp; I celebrated our 1 Year Wedding Anniversary a couple days ago!! So exciting! In honor of that milestone and celebration, I wanted to share with you some of the things I learned my 1st year of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can’t stress this enough! Over the past year I’ve definitely learned how important it is to do sweet little things for my husband. This can be any number of things depending on what you and your spouse like! It can be a sweet text during the day or cooking his favorite meal. You can stop by his work to say hi &amp;amp; make sure you give him a hug and kiss when you both get home. These simple gestures really go a long way. They help your partner feel loved and appreciated and valued.&lt;/div&gt;
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David knows I loveeee flowers! He surprises me with them all the time and they’re always personalized in some way to the types and colors I like. It means a lot to me that he does this because he really pays attention to what I like and goes out of his way to be sweet! Here are the gorgeous anniversary flowers he got me!&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I’ve talked about about finances several times before &amp;amp; that’s because it is&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;&quot;&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;important in life and in marriage! I’ve learned that making big financial decisions together prevents a lot of arguments and fighting. One reason finances are so essential to your marriage happiness is because they can be some of the most stressful pieces. Managing your money as a couple can either make or break you. David and I make ALL major (and sometimes just minor) financial decisions together. This way, we know and agree on what we’re spending our hard earned money on! These are money jars we use to collect spare change in throughout the year.&lt;/div&gt;
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Although I’ve learned this, it’s something I have to be reminded of from time to time. Don’t try to take care of and control everything yourself. Being married is F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S, don’t get me wrong, but it’s also something brand new. There are going to be situations and frustrations and struggles that come your way in your marriage, &amp;amp; it’s important to let Him bear those. I have to learn this the hard way sometimes because I have a hard time not being in control. But when David &amp;amp; I let go and let God, things go so much smoother!&lt;/div&gt;
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During this 1st year of marriage I’ve really learned that you have to&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;&quot;&gt;intentionally&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;make time for your your husband. I’m sure your schedule get hectic and crazy just like ours. With that said, you simply&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;&quot;&gt;must&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;make your time together purposeful and intentional. We sneak time in together with each other whenever we can. A few minutes snuggling before we get up for work, grocery shopping together (yes, grocery shopping can be fun!), whatever we have to do to be together. I don’t know about you, but I get cranky when I don’t get to see David, so time together is very important to me!&lt;/div&gt;
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The &#39;march past&#39; being one i was always involved in. Putting in all my effort like my life depended on it. Days of rehearsals unending and i being eventually choosed to be infront of the school banner; leading the school to march past the governor of the state or who represents him in the event.&lt;br /&gt;
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My school uniform well ironed with no fault on it, sandals polished with white socks. My hair neatly done that i was always being teased as carrying Christmas tree on my head because of the colourful beads.&lt;br /&gt;
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The &#39;D&#39; day arrives, 8Am am already at school. Our games master counts the number of children boarding the school bus and we head off to the stadium. The atmosphere is charged up with competitive spirit of different schools competing for first prize.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, march past by the Military, Nigeria police, Air force etc. The turn of shools to march past comes and off we&amp;nbsp; march. As we approached where the governor is standing to receive salute from us, i would yell &quot;eyes right !!!&quot; And all our heads will turned right with a salute with left hand swinging; what a moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, march past and cultural displays is over; awaiting the results. Snacks and drinks being given to us but i will always eat extra because of the pocket money i went with.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, the time for the announcement finally comes and most times we took the first prize or the second prize.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the year 2006, i took seriously ill in boarding school that i had to be sent home to my mother. Something i didn&#39;t really like because of the financial constraints she had; we had to move from one part of the town to another part to enable her pay rent comfortably and reduce some of her expenses.&lt;br /&gt;
So, i didn&#39;t want to increase it for her but all the same i was sent home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was high with fever that you could feel the heat coming out of my body, headache, body aches and appetite was gone. My mum did all she could for days and nights nothing worked. She prayed; anointed me with oil, feet washing and &amp;nbsp;used the mantle. Nothing still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
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She resorted to calling her sister and brother in-law who are medical practitioners. They too ran all the test, gave me all forms of medication to atleast bring down my fever but it didnt work. I was weak, no food eaten; surviving on glucose D and ORS (oral rehydration solution). In the pain of it all, God still kept me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Prayers was being offered on my behalf by people my mum had called. She too was not relenting her efforts. I could hear her praying and crying; my heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then one evening, i was being laid on the palour floor while my mum was seated on a chair reading her Bible.&lt;br /&gt;
All of a sudden, she got up abruptly; went inside her bedroom, came out and placed her tithe booklet on my chest. She then sat on the floor and began praying in our dialet (Ibibio).&lt;br /&gt;
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The prayer went thus: &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&quot;My God( Abasi mmi), thank you for my daugther Uduakobong. For her life i thank you. Thank you for being the Father to the fatherless and the reliever of the widow. Thank you for her life has not been lost even in this condition. My father, i have done all i can do. Nothing is working. Father, i am reminding You of Your word that says if i pay my tithes that You will rebuke the devourer for my sake, that my fruits shall not be destroyed and my vine will not cast its fruits before her time. My Father, this is the evidence that i pay my tithes( she laid hands on the tithe booklet on my chest) . I know you are a God that keeps to Your word. So, rebuke this devourer in my daughters body, she cannot die before her time. You are the father to the fatherless and You can do more than her earthly father if he were to be alive. My Father, proof Your &amp;nbsp;Word in the live of my daughter.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t hear her say Amen. She just sat there and cried then got up and went to her room.&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn&#39;t up to five minutes, i felt as if cold water was poured on me and i broke out in sweat. Strength returned. I got up, sat. The first thing i said to one of my sisters was &quot; bring me food am hungry&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Food was brought. Another of my sister went to tell mum i was eating. She came out to see for herself. I informed her i was healed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I returned to school the following Monday and that affliction on my health was broken completely.&lt;br /&gt;
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Praise God!&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel so gross.&lt;/div&gt;
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I said that, well thought that, to myself this morning as I looked in the mirror after getting off the scale. I have been practicing that negative self talk for some time now.&amp;nbsp; I am by no means fat. I have a few extra pounds on me after having my son a year ago. I have been making healthier choices and working out but it’s not going away quickly. It’s discouraging and frustrating and at times, clearly, affects my self esteem.&lt;/div&gt;
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The day didn’t get any better as I got dressed and didn’t like anything I tried on. I pouted before settling on an outfit and heading out the door, my son on my hip. I ran my errands, feeling sorry for myself but not showing it outwardly.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I hopped on Instagram and saw a picture of Kylie Jenner, posed for some magazine, looking like, well, a model. I thought, Ok, not fair, she had a baby like a few months ago right?! She already looks better then me. Then it hit me, why am I comparing myself to Kylie Jenner? Her body is her job, her livelihood, of course she looks better then me. She probably has private chefs and people smacking the pizza out of her hand at every turn. She has a personal trainer who gets her up to work out . AND she has everyone in the world watching her right now, of course she looks good.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I thought about my negative self image a little more. I wasn’t just comparing myself to Kylie, I was comparing myself (unnecessarily) to all the women around me. For what? Does it matter to my kids that mom has a little extra pounds on her? When I speak negatively about myself out loud, in front of my girls ( I know, wtf ) they always look confused. You’re not fat, my step daughter tells me and I know she means it because she is not one to mince words.&amp;nbsp; Do I really think my son cares? I’m mom to him, kinda chubby, kinda skinny, in all my forms, mom. They really don’t give a shit.&lt;/div&gt;
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And let me tell you, my husband really doesn’t care either. He cares that I don’t feel good about myself, not that my jeans are a little tighter. He cares about the example I am setting for our girls. He cares if I put the toilet paper on wrong (for the record, I had no idea there was a wrong way to put the toilet paper on, but apparently, it’s a big deal.)&lt;/div&gt;
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After coming to this realization I instantly starting being more kind to myself. I am stopping with the negative self talk. I am not comparing myself to others. I am giving myself a little grace. I grew, birthed, and breastfed a human this past year. I cared for 3 tiny humans in my home this year. All those tiny humans are thriving. I poured into my marriage and my husband and I are doing great. I am looking at all of the things I am doing well, instead of the one area I thought I was doing poorly.&lt;/div&gt;
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This positive self talk is something I am making a conscious effort to do from now on. I am going to say one kind thing about myself when I wake up tomorrow, and every morning. For example: Hey Megan, you have really nice boobs, even after breastfeeding two kids. Or: Hey girl, your is naturally blond and you only have to spend $30 on a haircut when most women have to get a cut and color for $150.&lt;/div&gt;
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But seriously, I am more then that number on the scale. I am not lesser of a woman, mother, wife if I have a little extra weight on me. I am still going to continue to make better choices and exercise. I want to be healthy, body and mind, all of them together.&lt;/div&gt;
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A story is told of a gardener who served in a large estate in northern Italy. The garden was well-groomed and tended to,that visitors came just to see the garden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On this particular day, the gardener was conducting a visitor through castle and beautiful garden. Lunch time came and the gardener invited the visitor join him and wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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The visitor commended them for the tending to the garden so beautifully. He then asked, &quot;By the way, when was the last time the owner was here?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;About ten years ago.&quot; The gardener replied.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Then why do you keep the gardens in such an immaculate, lovely manner?&quot; Asked the visitor.&lt;/div&gt;
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The gardener replied, &quot;Because am expecting him to return.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Is he coming next week?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The gardener replied, &quot;I don&#39;t know when he is coming, but I am expecting him today.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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The owner of the estate didn&#39;t come back that day. And the gardener was still tending to its owners garden.&lt;/div&gt;
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This story applys to us as Christians to tend for our lives and the lives of others while waiting for our Lords return.&lt;/div&gt;
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The period of waiting for the Lords return, is a time we should engage in active service to God. Beginning with our selfs; taking out the weeds in our lives. Its a time to win souls for the Lord. It is a time for spiritual awakening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Luke 19:13 says &quot;...occupy till I come.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The day and time of our Lords return has not been us (John 14:2-3). How the the Lord&#39;s return will be has been told us and one of it is from 1Thessalonians 4:14-18&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&quot;For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them &amp;nbsp;also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive &amp;nbsp;and remain unto the coming of &amp;nbsp;the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with &amp;nbsp;the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive &amp;nbsp;and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet &amp;nbsp;the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Many have said He is no longer coming. The have made a mockery of His return. (2Peter 3:3-4).&lt;/div&gt;
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As Born-again Christians we should not be moved and distracted by all the going on. Remain steadfast. Let your life-style be a reflection of Jesus that attracts others to Him. Just be ready for His return.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For those of us who are not in Christ or have backslided or still struggling with secret sins, its not late to be ready for Him too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Admit that you are a sinner. (Romans 3:23)&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Repent now. (Acts 3:19, 1 John 1:19)&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Believe that Jesus died for you and God loves you. (Romans 5:8)&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Invite Jesus into your life through the prayer of faith and if you have prayed this prayer before, you just need to rededicate your life back to Jesus. (Revelations 3:20)&lt;br /&gt;
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Congratulations!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was still devastated with the thoughts of Ifeoma and my husband David. After I watched the kids sleep, I strolled into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just after I poured the milk in a mug, I felt someone was in the kitchen too. I looked back, quickly surprised.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Welcome Madam,” she said, almost stuttering.&lt;/div&gt;
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I slowly poured the hot water from the flask into the mug, stirred it a bit and sipped.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Then I noticed a protruded stomach, she had tried to cover it with her handbag.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Are you pregnant Ifeoma? you look it.” I asked in a soft tone.&lt;/div&gt;
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Her expression was in earnest. “Yes madam, didn’t pastor tell you? I am pregnant for him, we are expecting a child.”&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Her voice had a tremor in it, even though her face was bold and firm.&lt;/div&gt;
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Her words were like the score of a sharpened blade across my heart. I sensed the wound gape open even before she’d finished speaking.&lt;/div&gt;
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“You were sleeping with my husband while I was away?”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #313131;&quot;&gt;“I am sorry madam, I think pastor is in the best place&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #313131;&quot;&gt;to answer that question. it was an agreement.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #313131;&quot;&gt;She said calmly and walked out of the kitchen, making a flappy sound with her shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #313131;&quot;&gt;I stood there for moments like a mannequin, the tea cup in my hands, and then my eyes right at the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #313131;&quot;&gt;The sound of my ringing tone brought me back from the shock I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“Hello Ekom?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Yes, Lizzy,” I responded with a sigh of relieve.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Thank God I have been able to reach you, I have been dialing your American lines but not going through.” she sounded a bit terrified.&lt;/div&gt;
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“well, I am back in Nigeria now. I came in this morning. Is everything fine?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Not at all, pastor brought your girl for maternity scan at my clinic last weekend. What’s that her name again?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Ifeoma?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Iyaaa, Ifeoma. I was shocked to see her all over him like they were lovers. What is happening?”&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Tears rolled down my eyes as Lizzy went on talking about things that went on while I was away. Something flared deep in my eyes, but my lips remained sealed.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was stricken silent, but the thud of my heartbeat sounded like cannon fire in my ears.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Episode 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanted to talk to David. When I knew he was home I decided to go to our bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;
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“May I come in?” My expression inscrutable, I walked into the room when I noticed that someone was having a bath, without waiting for a reply.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I saw David on the bed, he was almost half naked, partly covered with the duvet.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;He stared at me, slightly muzzy headed after being woken abruptly.&lt;/div&gt;
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“We have to talk,” I said, almost whispering.&lt;/div&gt;
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“I know.” he said.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Who is in the bathroom?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“oh, it’s Ifeoma.”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Ifeoma now uses our bathroom?” I looked at David and suddenly wished the look in his eyes meant guilt and shame.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Yes. She is having my baby.”&lt;/div&gt;
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“I am aware David. But why have you taken yourself so down?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“I am a human being Ekom!” He said huskily, raising his voice.&lt;/div&gt;
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“So I am what? Am I not a human being too? I went to America with the church’s name, with the family name. I went there to make a name for us! To get Hills of grace ministries a branch in Houston takes so many churches years, but I used my charisma, and did that in few months…..”&lt;/div&gt;
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“What I mean is…..” He faltered. But my heart was going wild.&lt;/div&gt;
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“let me finish!” I screamed!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #313131;&quot;&gt;Just after a pause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #313131;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ifeoma came out of the bathroom, she had my towel tied around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“Who gave you my towel?” I asked meanly.&lt;/div&gt;
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“I did.” David replied.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Ifeoma, why were you sleeping with my husband while I was away? You were paid to take care of the kids, and clean the house” The look I gave and my voice tone practically froze the blood in her veins.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I walked steps by steps towards her, dragged the towel off her body, leaving her naked.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Aunty please….” she whimpered.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Did you remember all the good things I did for you and your family while you were having sex with my husband! did you?” I held her neck forcefully while David ran and held me backward.&lt;/div&gt;
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They both sensed the tension in the room and ran out.&lt;/div&gt;
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Slowly I let out the breath I was holding.&lt;/div&gt;
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leaning back on the luxurious upholstery, I let a smile steal my lips like the sun peeping from behind the cloud. God was watching, and I needed to talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;
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TO BE CONTINUED&lt;/div&gt;
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WRITTEN BY Vicky Bon Uzuazor&lt;/div&gt;
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That morning, my husband David came to pick me at the airport. He was dry faced and tensed, very unusual. Other times, David would be so excited to come pick me, he would kiss me and hug me passionately, but now, everything became different.&lt;span id=&quot;more-204459&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“You kept me waiting for hours in there,” I said, gazing angrily at him. “Don’t tell me it’s traffic honey, today is Saturday.”&lt;/div&gt;
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“I am sorry, I had to pick the kids from summer lessons, and then rush to church to counsel a few couples.”He said soothingly. “You now prepare the kids for school, What happened to Ifeoma? She is the kid’s nanny.”&lt;/div&gt;
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“And you are the kids mom!” He screamed suddenly. “You’ve been away from your family for 5months Ekom, the kids don’t even talk about you anymore.” David deliberately slowed his breathing in a bid to calm himself down.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was silent for a while. My lips quivered, but David ignored that he saw tears glistening in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Catching his eyes as he tried to look at me, I sensed a shiver of unease goes through him. He was right, I was away from my family for four months or more, I had women’s conference and hundreds of women to mentor in Houston. It was a moment I didn’t want to miss. Then I broke the silence; “What of Ifeoma?”&lt;/div&gt;
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David looked uncertain. “she fell ill, so I asked her to go see Doctor Dennis.”&lt;/div&gt;
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We were both quiet until we got home.&lt;/div&gt;
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I sat on my bed now, I slipped off my slippers and sank my feet into the rug and decided to keep them sunk in so that my toes would feel cushioned. So that a part of me would feel safe.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Mummy!” my daughter screamed, breathing deeply.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;She smuggled into my arms and I grabbed her tight to myself.&lt;/div&gt;
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“where is your sister?” I whispered into her ears.&lt;/div&gt;
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“She is sleeping.”&lt;/div&gt;
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Not long I heard tiny foot running along the corridor that led to my room. “mummy, mummy…” She jumped on me and kissed me on my cheeks, leaving me in the sweet comfort of motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;
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They looked so healthy and chubby.&lt;/div&gt;
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“what has Aunty Ifeoma and Daddy been feeding you with?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Golden mourn and banana porridge!” they chorused shrilly.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Mummy, Church people said that you are no longer daddy’s wife.” My first daughter Teye said, her eyes became sad. Deep and sad.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Aunty Ifeoma now sleeps in daddy’s room.” Mfon the youngest said.&lt;/div&gt;
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My heart jumped, I knew at that moment, that there were stories In their eyes that I was yet to know.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;WRITTEN BY VICKY BON UZUAZOR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Have you ever read in the Bible about the man with six fingers and six toes? I bet you haven&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, he was from the family of giants; probably between 7 feet (2.13cm) and 9 feet (2.72cm) in height. He fought many wars with the children of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And there was yet a battle in Gath, where was a man of &amp;nbsp;great &amp;nbsp;stature, that had on every hand&lt;b&gt; six fingers, and on every foot six toes&lt;/b&gt;, four and twenty in number; and he also was born to the giant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Much hasn&#39;t been recorded of him in the Bible but we can find him being mentioned again in 1 Chronicles 20:6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Scientifically, the unique condition he had is called polydactyly. According to Wikipedia, its defined:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: none rgb(255 , 255 , 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Polydactyly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: none rgb(255 , 255 , 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;polydactylism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language&quot; style=&quot;background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Helvetica, &amp;quot;Nimbus Sans L&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Liberation Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot; title=&quot;Greek language&quot;&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;extiw&quot; href=&quot;https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%CF%80%CE%BF%CE%BB%CF%8D%CF%82&quot; style=&quot;background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Helvetica, &amp;quot;Nimbus Sans L&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Liberation Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot; title=&quot;wikt:πολύς&quot;&gt;πολύς&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: none rgb(255 , 255 , 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;(polys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;, meaning &#39;many&#39;, and δάκτυλος&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: none rgb(255 , 255 , 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;(daktylos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;, meaning &#39;finger&#39;),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class=&quot;reference&quot; id=&quot;cite_ref-1&quot; style=&quot;background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Helvetica, &amp;quot;Nimbus Sans L&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Liberation Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polydactyly#cite_note-1&quot; style=&quot;background: none; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;also known as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: none rgb(255 , 255 , 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;hyperdactyly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;, is a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;mw-redirect&quot; href=&quot;https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congenital_disorder&quot; style=&quot;background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Helvetica, &amp;quot;Nimbus Sans L&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Liberation Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot; title=&quot;Congenital disorder&quot;&gt;congenital physical anomaly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human&quot; style=&quot;background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Helvetica, &amp;quot;Nimbus Sans L&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Liberation Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 26.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot; title=&quot;Human&quot;&gt;humans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;nimbus sans l&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;liberation sans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26.4px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;and animals resulting in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernumerary_body_part&quot; 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First, &lt;b&gt;read the&lt;/b&gt; 📖 &lt;b&gt;BIBLE. &lt;/b&gt;Don&#39;t stick to one version of the Bible; use King James version, New international version, Good News version, Amplified version, etc Get an indept knowledge of Him personally.&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, &lt;b&gt;read&lt;/b&gt; 📚 &lt;b&gt;books authored by men of God.&lt;/b&gt; Like, David Oyedepo, Kenneth Copeland, Kathryn Kulman, Kenneth Haggin, Enoch Adeboye, Gloria Copeland etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thirdly, &lt;b&gt;attend a Bible believing&lt;/b&gt; ⛪ &lt;b&gt;church&lt;/b&gt; that preaches the true word of God and recognises Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour. Also get close to the Pastor and ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fourthly, &lt;b&gt;Accept Jesus as your personal Lord and saviour&lt;/b&gt; and confess your sins and guilt to Him. For He is the way to God the Father.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, &lt;b&gt;ask the help of the Holy Spirit. &lt;/b&gt;For he teaches, guides, directs etc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Make reading of the Word of God(Bible) become a daily, hourly habit and pray without ceasing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Please know that, knowing God is more than believing in His existence but having a &lt;b&gt;personal relationship with Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, being &lt;b&gt;BORN-AGAIN&lt;/b&gt; (salvation) is a personal choice.&lt;br /&gt;
To know more of God is a decision only you can make. No one will force it on you and God won&#39;t do same.&lt;br /&gt;
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The choice is yours to make; to know Him more. Why don&#39;t you invite Him into your life now.&lt;br /&gt;
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God bless us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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