SHAKE IT OFF AND TAKE A STEP UP - Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well-like pit. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
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He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement it quieted down.
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A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the pit. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit its back, the donkey was doing something amazing. It would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
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MORAL : Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest pits just by not stopping and never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

DOES GOD REALLY EXIST? - the barber story

A man went to a barber shop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed, as the barber began to work, they started a good conversation; they talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched the subject of God, the barber said, “I don’t believe that God exists.” “Why do you say that?” asked the customer. The barber said, “Well you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist; Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.” 
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The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barber shop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard; He looked dirty and unkept. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and said to the barber, “You know what? Barbers do not exist.” "How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. “I am here, and I am a barber, and I just worked on you!” “No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don't exist because if they do, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.” The barber said, “Ah, but barbers DO exist, what happens is, people don't come to me.”
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“Exactly”- affirmed the customer, “That’s the point.” God too, DOES exist; what happens is, people don’t go to Him and do not look for him. GOD DOES EXIST!!!

A MOTHER'S HEART - not every lady has a mother's heart

Sadhu Sundar Singh passed a crowd of people putting out a jungle fire at the foot of the Himalayas. Several men however were standing, gazing at a tree, the branches of which were already alight. 'What are you looking at?' he asked. They pointed to a nest of young birds in the tree. Above it, a bird was flying wildly to and fro in great distress. The men said. 'We wish we could save that nest but the fire prevents us from getting near it.' A few minutes later, the nest caught fire. The Sadhu thought the mother bird would fly away. But no! She flew down, spread her wings over the young ones, and in few minutes was burnt to ashes with them.
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A woman with a baby on her back was running away from a bush that caught fire. She was not fast enough and the fire caught up with her. Oh! The baby must not die. She frantically dug a hole with her bare hands, put the baby inside, slept on the baby and in no time was burnt by fire.
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It was a time of war in Korea and a pregnant woman was running for her dear life, trying to escape from the North to the South. Labour pains came on her and there on the field, covered with snow, she bent herself and had her baby. She was thinly clad but didn't want the baby to die. She removed whatever dress was on her to wrap the little baby. The snow was too much for the naked woman and shortly later, she died. The child did survive. A missionary couple heard him crying as they passed by the field, and took him up into their home to care for him.
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A man once said to his wife, ''That child must be left to die on the dunghill and not brought into the house again. The herbalist said he is a curse to the family. If you bring the child in again, then you will have to go. The choice is yours.'' perhaps he has his reasons. Since this child was born, it has been one sickness or the other. Sometimes he would faint or go into coma; and when all hope is given up, he is thrown into the dunghill. Afterwards, a faint cry would be heard and the mother would rush to take him into her embrace again to nurture the life still in him. Well, the father was fed up of the repeated antics of this curse. His purse had been drained by this constant attack, hence his refusal to give the boy another chance.
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It was in the night and rain had started falling. The mother strained her ears and heard a faint cry. Out she went and picked up the boy, so happy he was still alive. There was only one option left for this woman - to leave her matrimonial home. It was a traumatic experience that spanned through many years of struggle, but she took care of the child and he became a preacher of the gospel.
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Many mothers there are who go hungry just to get some food for their children. Many are ready to deny themselves of good clothing, delicacies, entertainment, opportunities, privileges and whatever it takes to get the best for their children in terms of education, health, feeding and other necessities of life. The child must live and live well, that seems to be their goal in life. Although sadly enough, not every lady has a mother's heart. The category you fall in is your choice

THE ROD AND REPROOF GIVE WISDOM - No woman whose child had derailed can have a true sense of fulfilment.

Mrs. Magnus heard the sound of the judge's gravel as he pronounced judgement. It was like a dagger directed at her heart. ''Ten years imprisonment,'' he intoned.
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She hung her head and remained still. Infact, she had sat through the entire court proceedings like one in a trance. No emotion showed on her face but her heart was in turmoil. She hardly heard the lawyers as they argued their case. She kept asking herself over and over,''how did I get here?'' If she were to answer the question, she would have said that the journey to that courtroom began three months ago when her husband's phone rang and he was told that their only son was held in detention for alleged involvement in cult activities and armed robbery. ''There must be a mistake,'' she had said to her husband when the news got to them. But she was proved wrong. Then began the endless trips to the police station, the lawyer's office and the court. She never believed it will ever come to such a sordid end. They could not, even with the best lawyer, snatch their son from the hands of the law. His crime was too heinous and the evidences too clear to be concealed.
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As she sat there, shame and sorrow washed over her. She felt like she was stripped of everything that mattered in life. Right then, all the wealth she and her husband amassed over the years, meant nothing to her; now, she could give away everything to have her son back. But it was too late. This is not surprising. No woman whose child had derailed can have a true sense of fulfilment.
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Meanwhile, Mrs. Magnus' journey to yhe courtroom did not just begin three months back as she believed. It began years ago when her son was a little tot, born the only male among four children, he was over indulged and spoilt. The common belief in their culture that sons are more important than daughters has aided in the over pampering of the boy, their only boy. They provided everything that he wanted. When negative reports began to come from his teachers at school, they made excuses for their child and blamed the teachers. Once when he was suspended from school for a gross misconduct, his parents were so annoyed with the management that they transfered him to another school. He grew up a proud, self-centred bully. Infact, he thought the world revolved around him. It is no wonder that as soon as he got into higher institution, he joined a bad gang.
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Mrs. Magnus would be shocked if someone were to tell her that she contributed to the plight of her child, infactm that she led him by the hand into the prison cell. She, like many mothers today, trifle with the art of motherhood. They do not handle child training with the seriousness it deserves
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The way you are training that child now, what do you think will be the end result? You allow him to do as he likes and goes wherever he pleases, always believing that this is the modern time, the jet age when children should be 'free'. Did God not give you the sacred task of nurturing this child for him? The child, whether male or female is not yours, you are only a caretaker. Mothers are not exclusively responsible for child training but they do have tremendous influence on their children.

MEGAPHONE FOR THE DEVIL - bla, bla, bla, bla

ON A RAINY DAY
SANDRA: Bad rain! My appointment is messed up
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ON A SUNNY DAY
SANDRA: Oh! What the hell; this heat is too much
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A COOL BUT NOT RAINY DAY
SANDRA: It is too cold
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SERVED HOT TEA FROM HUSBAND
SANDRA: I can't wait for this tea to cool. I want to drink it ''now''. Can you tell me how
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SERVED COLD TEA FROM HUSBAND
SANDRA: What sort of tea is this? I'm I a prisoner? Who drinks such cold tea; even without plenty milk and sugar. It's even too small for me. I'm I a baby?
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People will always have reasons to complain; for once, be grateful. Close the book of complaints and open the book of praise. Ignore what life owes you and start thinking about what you owe life. Stop looking for friendship and start being friendly
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''Happiness comes when we stop wailing about the troubles we have and offer thanks for all the troubles we don't have.'' - E. C. McKenzie
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''Our witness for Christ would be 'more' effective if we don't complain about our trials of faith'' - Anonymous
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''Ten minutes' praying is better than a year's murmuring'' - Charles Spurgeon
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Enjoy the simpler blessings and cease striving for the artificial pleasures of the day. Forget what you have accomplished and meditate on what others have done for you. Cease looking for someone who will help you and devote time to helping others.
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The average human speaks twenty-five to forty thousand words per day but don't be a megaphone for the devil; each time we talk, we either open our mouth for God or for the devil; gossip, slander, backbiting, judgemental conversations etc.
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''There are wounds, cruel wounds made by the tongue which never heal. They are deeper than machete cuts. They go with their victims to the grave beyond.'' - Anonymous
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''Of my neighbour, tell me only what is good; what is bad I can find out myself.'' - Ivan Panin
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Some men who can not pray for five minutes can talk continuously for three hours; not to talk of women.
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''When fools in silence are counted wise, my mouth through myriads of words, brings me lower than a fool'' - Anonymous
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''Quiet waters are deep'' - Anonymous

THE ILL LUCK OF IMPATIENCE - Impatience damages blessing!

''For how long will you remain like this? All your mates and colleagues at work have male children who will corner their daddy's estate. Remember, heaven helps those who help themselves. I've told you of the new man that came to settle at the end of the second lane to your house. People say he is very good at the job. Why not give it a trial?'' Those were the words of Mrs. Adviser, a friend to Mrs. Patience.
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Actually, it was not the first time Mrs. Adviser will talk to Mrs. Patience like this but Mrs. Patience never gave a thought to such things; she was a christian and was satisfied that God was in control of her life. This time however, Mrs. Adviser's usual suggestion seemed to be getting some Attention from Mrs. Patience.
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Mrs. Patience had been married for seven years but has had only girl-children. Now she was beginning to interpret every friendly overture as a veiled ridicule. She became sour to live with and decided that to die was better than to live. Of recent, she had not been consistent in her church but went from one 'miracle ministry' to another looking for a male child. Often she regretted going in the end because these miracle ministries generally promised well; to start with, but after a while introduced some gimmicks, she knew and had been taught in her church were wrong. Each had one thing or the other to add or to emphasize, apart from the name of Jesus.
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Well, what does it matter anymore? Where she gets the man-child is the best, she thought. Mrs. Adviser's suggestion appeared good. So, she went there , to the man at the end of the second lane to her house. The man gave her some fetish medicine and insisted that these will only work if he lies carnally with her. She refused but took the medicine which became a source of pain and discomfort to her stomach. She had to undergo surgery and it was discovered a three months baby boy was forming in her. The foetus was there before she took the juju man's medicine which killed the foetus and affected her womb. The prayer now is no more for the child but how to survive the serious damage of her womb and her whole system. Impatience damages blessing!

WHAT A MOTHER TOLD HER SON A DAY BEFORE HIS WEDDING - Now let me talk to you about Sex

Mummy’s boy, you are now a man. Tomorrow you will have a new mother, a new cook and a new person to share all your secrets with. It will no longer be me but her. Love your new mum even more than you love me. Before you walk into her arms forever, let me give you some words to guide you.
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There was a day I was arguing with your father. We were screaming, Tempers were high. I was angry and He was angry. Then I called him an idiot! He was shocked, He looked at me asking how dare I call him that; I immediately started calling him idiot, fool, stupid, crazy. I called him all sort of names. Guess what he did? He didn’t raise his hands to hit me. He just walked away, banging the door as he went out.
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My Son, If your father had hit me and destroyed my eyes, how will you feel sitting here with me today? How will you regard him as your father? Would you have been proud of him or would you be blaming me for calling him names? Never hit your wife! No matter the provocation just walk away and things will be normal. Whenever she offends you, think of this story I just told you, it could have been your mum!
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Before I forget, after he left, I was filled with guilt. We slept on same bed that night and I went to him the next day. I pleaded with him; I did all I could to show him how sorry I was and he forgave me. That day I cooked his favourite food, yes you know he loves Pounded yam & Vegetable soup right? After that day, I never called him names, my respect for him was even stronger.
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There is something very important you must always do, my son listen very carefully, defend your wife. When she is under pressure, stand by her. If your friends hate her, it is your duty to make them see her as a Queen. Your Uncle, I mean Uncle Yusuf, never liked me but your father was always supportive until his perception changed.
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There was a day your Father was going to host the owner of his company and friends. They were three of them. That day I was in the kitchen cooking for them and your father went to buy drinks. When the table was set and food was served. Everyone started eating. Then I remembered I did not add salt in the food. I was embarrassed. Your father tasted the food and looked at me. He immediately turned to the guests. He told them that he instructed his wife last month not to add salt whenever she is cooking because of some problem with his body. He said it in a funny way and everyone laughed! The guests understood and he asked me to bring salt and everyone added according to their taste. He managed to eat the food without salt. After the guest left, he went on his knees and asked God to forgive him for lying.
Your wife is like a baby, sometimes she won’t know what to say or do. Stand up and speak for her!.
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Now let me talk to you about Sex. You see SEX is a wonderful thing. Do not be surprised if your wife enjoy and need Sex more than you do. There were days, I needed Sex more than your father and there were days he needed it more than me but the important thing is to always try to satisfy the other when they need you. Don’t always think of your self.
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There was a time things were hard and I needed to do two jobs to support your father. One night I was so tired. When I got to bed he was in the mood. He tried to make love to me and I didn’t refuse him. I was tired but I felt I needed to be there when he needed me. When he tried undressing me, he saw my look and he stopped. He asked what was wrong and I said nothing. But he understood me better. He stopped and then started telling me stories until I fell asleep.
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My son, Sex is best enjoyed when the two parties are physically and mentally ready for it. Sometimes, read your wife and understand her. Make it a habit to go anywhere with your wife. Besides your job, move around with her. If anyone invite you to his house and told you not to come with your wife then be very careful. Use wisdom.
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I know you love mummy; I know you tell me all your problems. But now things will be different. Let your wife be the first to know before me. Let her be the first to see before me. When you have problems with her don’t run to me immediately. Wait for a day to pass and then talk to her about it. Pray about it. Report her to nobody but talk issues out between yourselves.
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Finally, don’t forget to come and visit me with your wife every month! I know you will have a happy home. You will always be mummy’s boy and God will bless your home. Please don't forget God, pray & seek His assistance always.

TAKE AWAY THE MASK - This attitude is like a mask, hiding the real person.

Little Joe sat on the sofa unusually very moody since he came back from the Johnson's', three days ago, where he spent part of holidays; he found his home environment very strange. Strange because all he was confronted with were harshness, bullying here and there, complaints and threats. These, he was able to combine before now found it unbearable after his welcoming experience with the Johnson's where he was lavished with love and tender care.
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His frustration heightened and was aggravated by the fact that his mother who claimed to be a Christian presented two faces; a loving tender mother when dealing with outsiders, but a harsh, hard and impatient mother when dealing with her family members. As Joe brooded over this, his whole being longed for the kind of warmth and Peace that characterized the Johnson's. Regrettably, he saw this as a mirage in his own family home. "But why!" he muttered, "we go to church regularly like the Johnson's. Why are my parents not like them?" This situation in young Joe's life continued unnoticed by his parents, who remained loveless in their unkind treatment towards the children.
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One afternoon, as the parents left for the day's work, Joe packed his bag and baggage back to the Johnson's. The Johnsons who were not in anyway expecting him were taken aback. They however gave him a warm reception. After dinner, as Joe intimated them with his situation and agitations, he implored them to help instill in his parents those godly virtues that characterized the Johnsons. During their family altar, the Johnsons in very clear language explained to Joe the secret and source of their happiness and conduct. He was led to Christ and that memorable night, Joe embraced Christ as his Lord and saviour.
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Meanwhile at home, when his parents cane back to find him gone, they were panic stricken. Still in their perplexity, the phone rang. Both parents sprang up at the same time to answer the call. They were greatly relieved to hear from Mrs Johnson who informed them of Joe's safety in their arms and also invited them for a dinner chat. This meeting became a forum for Joe's happiness at home today. His entire family through the Johnson's welcomed Christ into their lives. Now, with Christ as the head of the home, young Joe's dream was fulfilled.
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The case of Joe can be described as a universal problem found in many homes today. Many Parents often have two faces. At home, with their children, they are harsh, serious, unloving and authoritative. When found with outsiders or with other children, they appear more humane, tender, kind, patient, courteous and loving towards them. This attitude is like a mask, hiding the real person. Parents are admonished to remove it and be at home what they are outside.

"MY WIFE, I AM SORRY" - relationship zone

He woke up in the morning and found her praying. He heard her praying for him.He stared at her. It has been a long time since he has seen her praying. For the past few months, they have been arguing. Last night, they had a nasty fight.He went downstairs in a hurry to prepare himself breakfast. These past days, she hasn't been cooking for him. Shock on him; he found breakfast already set at the table. He ate. He went back to the bedroom, to prepare for a shower. She left the shower. "Good morning. Have a blessed day" she said as she entertained the bedroom and he left for the bathroom.
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After his shower, all dressed up for work, he found his wife at the kitchen, eating breakfast in peace. She was looking at some funny videos on her phone and giggling. He looked at her then walked out the door. The last look he had of her before he left was of her at peace. That last look disturbed him. This is not how she should be. This is not how she has been. He has been hurting her, she has recently found out that he has been flirting with other women, he has cheated once and used money meant for their family on other women. She should be angry. Her peaceful demeanor disturbed him.
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Evening came. He went home and met his peaceful wife again. She was cooking and laughing with their children. She had come from work two hours ago.The dinner was enjoyable. Good food, she having warm conversations with the children. He as the father felt left out. His wife and children seemed to be having fun despite him hurting them. After dinner, as she washed the dishes and the children had gone to bed. He approached her. "Are you OK?" he asked her. "I am more than OK. I am blessed "She answered. "Are you not mad at me? After all that I am doing and have done wrong?" he asked. She placed the washed plate in the rack then looked at him and said, "I asked myself, what is the most important relationship in my life? The one I have with you or the one with God? And I realized it is the one with God.
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I live for God, not for you. Marrying you was a blessing but it is not all there is in life. God has blessed me with life and I will not waste it crying because of the hurt you cause me to feel "She picked up a dirty glass and began washing it. "I realized I had given you too much power... Yes, you are my husband, the closest human being in my life and the human being I love the most; but you are not God. You have failed me but God never fails me. I will not let you ruin my joy, my peace and my progress. You break our marriage if you want to, but I will hold on to God. And as I hold on to God, I will be full of joy despite what you do "She said rinsing the glass. She looked at him and continued, "When you hurt me and disrespected me, I realized I was acting out like a woman who has no Jesus. I got mad and hurled insults, I wanted to revenge and I allowed you to mess me day after day. My performance at work went down, I talked less to our children, I became bitter to the children, I felt sorry for myself, I developed ulcers. And then I realized, I have God, I shouldn't act like someone with no relationship with God. Why should I be hopeless yet God is with me? I had focused so much on you that I forgot about God. When you found me, I had God. We dated and got married and I let everything be about you because I wanted to make our marriage work. Our marriage became the idol I worship instead of the blessing I have in God. Our marriage is failing apart because of you but my relationship with God is still intact "She scrubbed the sufuria. "You have chosen to abandon our marriage but that doesn't mean my whole world has collapsed. I will still continue being a good mother to our children. They will never say the problems between mom and dad, made mom a monster. You do as you please with other women, I will raise our children. "
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She looked at him and told him, "Do I hate you? No, it will be a lie to say I hate you. You are the man I married, the one I vowed to; the one I love "Tears fell down her cheeks. She wiped them. "I can't just cancel all the years we've been together. The Bible asks us to love our enemies. If I am able to love my enemies, surely I can still love you despite all you have done. I am angry and disappointed, but I have taken my power back. I live for God who has exceedingly blessed me, not for you and the pain you cause "She wiped her wet hands, took the apron from her body and told him, "In my peace, I am planning on where the children and I will move to. Since you have chosen to have an affair, you have shown clearly that you don't need us. So we will not make your life uncomfortable by forcing you to live with us. You need to be able to bring the woman you are cheating with to your own house. I am working on something. I came into this house in peace and I will leave in peace. You will not kill my smile and shine "She walked to the bedroom. Minutes later. He followed her to the bedroom. He found her peacefully asleep.He nudged her. He woke her up and said, "Please don't go, don't move out. I will hurt you no more, I will cheat no more. I am not OK. I want the peace you have. I want to be the kind of husband and you are as a wife. "Since that day, he has been a reformed man. No more affairs, no more hurting her, no flirting with other women, or endless fights. She didn't move out. She and the children stayed. He submitted to God and learnt how to be a good husband, Love is powerful enough to humble the most proud heart.

LAW OF LIFE - real happiness

When a newspaper reporter interviewed a farmer who grew Award-Winning Corn each year he entered his corn in the state fair, it was revealed that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbours. Perplexed, the reporter asked, “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbours when they are entering their corn in competition with yours each year?”
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The farmer smiled and explained, “The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbours grow inferior corn, Cross-Pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbours grow good corn.”
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So it is with our lives. Those who want to live meaningfully and well, must help enrich the lives of others. For the value of a life, is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy, must help others find happiness; the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.
Call it power of collectivity. Call it a principle of success. Call it a law of life. The fact remains, “None of us truly wins, until we all win.”
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Know this secret as you grow older! In life, when you help the people around you to be good, you surely become the best. Always bear in mind that "Real happiness is helping others". And that’s the greatest commandment.

BLESSED IS HE WHOM GOD HELPS

Long time ago there lived a great king and two beggars who always stood at the gate of his palace everyday. As the king rode by everyday, the 1st beggar would say 'blessed is he whom the king helps' while the 2nd beggar would say 'blessed is he whom God helps'.
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The king always felt pleased to hear the praise of the 1st beggar. One evening the king decided to reward the 1st beggar for all the praise; he ordered his baker to bake a cake and wrapped gold inside the cake. The next day as he rode by, he gave the cake to the 1st beggar as he hailed him as usual.
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The 1st beggar who was in dire need of cash sold the cake to the 2nd beggar at a cheap price. When the 2nd beggar cut open the cake he saw the gold, sold them and became a wealthy man. He did not return back to the kings gate the next day.
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As the king rode out of his palace the next day, he saw the 1st beggar still begging for money and stopped to ask him if he ate the cake he gave him. The 1st beggar replied and said no sir, I sold it to my friend who was here with me yesterday; I have not seen him today. The king shook his head highly disappointed and confessed silently to himself, " Indeed, Blessed is he Who God helps"
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Our God is the all knowing God, HE has not forgotten you. God always does His work just in time. Trust God rather than man.

THE FABLE OF PORCUPINE - get inspired

It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions.
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After a while, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice; either to accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. They learnt to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the warmth and heat that came from the others. This way they were able to survive.
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The best group is not the one that brings together perfect people, but when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person's good qualities. Better to be surrounded by warm pokes than be frozen in solitude.

Most High - Nosa ft. Nathaniel Bassey

Nosa - Most High ft. Nathaniel Bassey

Most High Lyrics

[Verse 1]
More precious
Than Sharon’s roses
You are the God of Glory
The angels declare You’re Holy
They cry Hallelujah
You are perfect in Your ways
With You are
There are no mistakes
The works of Your hands
Declare Your praise
They say Hallelujah

[Chorus]
Adonai!
You are the Most High
El Shaddai !
You are the Most High God
King on High,
You are the Most High
We say Ha-lle-lu-jah

[Verse 2]
The stars cannot match
Your brightness, Lord
You give the sun its light
In You does my soul delight,
Yes Lord, Hallelujah
We join the Hosts of Heaven
Lifting our hands up high
We cast our crowns before You
We cry Hallelujah!

[Repeat Chorus]
Adonai!
You are the Most High
El Shaddai !
You are the Most High God
King on High,
You are the Most High
We say Ha-lle-lu-jah

[Bridge]
Hallelujah, Ha-lle-lu-jah
(All creation sings Your praise)
Hallelujah,
(To the Most High God)
Hallelujah,
(God to the King of kings)
Hallelujah
(To the One who was
and is and is to come)
Hallelujah

More songs from Nosa
Brother – rap
We raise a sound – worship
Glory – rap
If God be for me – worship
Dry bones – Neo Soul
Na Your Way – Worship
Higher – afropop
A star – Neo Soul
Blessed – dancehall
God is Good – dancehall
I Go Stay – Neo Soul
Always Pray for You – R & B
Why you love me – dancehall
Always on my mind –afropop

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