In Everything, Give Thanks! 

When everything seem well,  giving thanks its quite easy but when things are upside down, how easy does thanksgiving come to you. 2017 is gone but there are a lot of things you wished came to pass last year before thr curtain closes.  It is not convenient,  yes but God’s admonition is to give thanks in everything. 

Your act of thanksgiving is an indication of your unreserved faith in God that you are still in control despite difficult circumstances. Stop focusing on things that seem not to be working so that thanks will not cease from your lips. This gives heaven the opportunity to do what they are good at doing- turning situations to favour you. 

NB: Don’t look at what is not going well in your life, instead appreciate what yiy have for heavens to bless you more than your expect. 

Testimony: No More Miscarriages

My husband and I got married about 10 years ago. During the first 6 years of our marriage, I had 6 miscarriages. The only thing I ever wanted to do was to be a wife and mother. This was so devastating to me. The doctors could not find out why I kept miscarrying. The longest I held the pregnancy was about 9 weeks. Its like I always expected the worst.

My relationship with God would have its ups and downs. I would pray, fast, and believe, and yet, I would lose another one. If I could only get through that first trimester. The day I went for an ultrasound and the doctor told me my baby had no heartbeat was so divesting to me. Most of the time, I miscarried before I had an ultrasound. I was all alone at that appointment. That was the longest drive home I have ever had. I cried all the way. I couldn’t understand why God would allow me to have the desire to be a mother and yet I couldn’t be. I prayed so hard to either take the desire from me, or to allow me to have a child.

In December 2007, I had my tonsils removed. My doctor had been trying to get me to have them out for a year or so. Finally, I did it. I was so nervous, I literally thought I would not make it through the operation. By the time Feb 2008 came around, I found out I was 12 weeks pregnant!! I couldn’t believe it! I had wanted this so bad, and yet I couldn’t believe that I didn’t know already. I was past the critical stage, and I was able to have a perfect ultrasound! My husband had told me that he wouldn’t let me go to another appointment alone.

I am so amazed that we were able to have a beautiful perfect little baby girl. I felt like I was on an emotional high for the entire first year. I didn’t want to be greedy, and I was fully content on having one child. But I prayed for us to have a boy, because I wanted my husband to have a son, and do all the father/son things. I specifically prayed for a boy. Amazingly, 10 days short of two years apart, I now have a son!! Both my pregnancies were problem free, even though I was treated as high-risk. Another thing was that I didn’t want to have a C-Section. I prayed that I would be able to have the babies naturally, and I was able to do that as well…The births were so easy and QUICK. To any of you out there who are experiencing infertility, I just want you to know there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I had my first child in my 7th year of marriage…she was my 7th pregnancy. Amazing!!

Overcoming Anxiety With Thanksgiving 

Feeling thankful during a flash of anxiety sounds counter- initiative, but it’s exactly what allows us to embrace the truth (God is in control) grow in faith (I’m giving this to You, Lord. Please help me) and remain joyful in miserable moments.

Philippians 4:6 states that be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.

Back then when I get worried about something, it would get me down a drainage, sinking in my worries and anxious state. Still in progress in conquering the spirit of worry because it gets to.me some times, but have learnt how to overcome it, by praying and leaving all to God to handle.

God works in our lives and does miracles. I have prayer about situations and have seen God change the outcome- prayed for help in times of tension and have seen God clear the air. I pray for my family, friends and see them receive breakthrough.

God is faithful and He wants the best for us. When we trust that, we don’t need to fear evil. Jeremiah 29:11 states that I know the plans I have for you, declares the lord, plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

God offers the kind of healing that goes to the soul- it goes straight through us into the darkest of the dark.

For anyone who has ever dealt with stress, worry or anxiety, you know how tormenting it can be when it grabs hold. Without God in control, we are left feeling vulnerable and unprotected. Let Him be the one who grabs hold. I’m praying to die to myself day after day. Sometimes even moment after moment, so that God can prevail in my life.

We turn to Him and say “I need you Lord” He is there, holding us as we manage to put one foot in front of the other and make it through another day.

True peace, true courage and true love comes from God. The Lord Jesus Christ  died for us so that we would be set free from the evil of the world. Nothing can win against the one who conquered death. Keep in my mind.

  • Psalm 56:11 says, in God i trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?
  • For the spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, Love and self- discipline. (II Timothy 1:7)
  • And if you’re still worried about what tomorrow could bring: therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own (Mathew 6:34)

Testimony: Praise To The Glory Of God’s Grace

​This is the story of my salvation, of how God called me out of darkness into His glorious light, that I might proclaim His praises. Many miraculous things have happened to me since becoming a Christian, but this story focuses on the events surrounding my salvation.

As a little girl my mother would tuck my sister and I in at night and pray the Lord’s prayer with us every night. My family was not really religious and we probably attended church less than ten times as a family throughout my whole childhood while growing up. Though I remember desiring to go to Sunday school, but never went as we did not attend church either. My mother attended church briefly in my very early childhood and took me with her, and my gran told me about the power of the blood of Jesus. Most of my religious exposure came from school – schools in South Africa in those days had special times for bible classes as well as time for prayer in the mornings and assemblies.

Growing up I always believed in God as well as in Jesus and often prayed – mostly before an examination, but I also remember always saying sorry to God when I knew I had sinned. I always called on Jesus name when in danger. I was hit by a car when I was ten years old, I cried out to Jesus that I did not want to die. As a rebellious teenager I had frightening dreams and would always call on Jesus name to ease my fear.

My family was quite close-knit and ‘normal’. My dad worked a 9-5 job and for the most part my mother was a house wife and was always at home for us children. My parents were stable and are still married today, despite problems they faced as a married couple. I was the middle child of three children. I had an older brother six years my senior and a sister four years younger than me. I had no problems at school and achieved in academics and sports. I was a generally respectful and obedient child and gave my parents very little grief. My childhood was happy though not without hiccups. When I look back, I see God’s hand so clearly in all my affairs, such as a time when I was knocked over by a car and a nurse was on the scene with pain pills and a leg splint for my broken leg, or when my brother rescued me from the swimming pool after falling in as a young 4 year old. I also remember being at one church service when I was about six years old and some people were getting baptized – I remember thinking that I too would like to be baptized, though I did not understand the meaning of it.

Everything began to change when I reached high school. I read a book based on a true story about a young girl who wrote in her diary. She described her experiences with drugs in detail. Instantly I became intrigued and obsessed with the idea of taking drugs. I also read a book about how Satanism was seducing the youth. I started dabbling a little with witchcraft and eventually became a regular drug user. I used Marijuana, LSD, Ecstasy, Cocaine and anything else that was on the market. I sold my possessions and lied to my parents to buy drugs.  During this time my father was transferred to a small town on the west coast of South Africa called Langebaan, as he was a civil engineer and did the work of a contract manager. I was becoming very rebellious and demanded that I be sent to the boarding school in my home town, Port Elizabeth. My parents agreed and I was sent to a prestigious all girls school. I had in the previous year won the junior victrix ladorum for being the best all round junior athlete at our school sports day at the same school. In the boarding school I met another girl who was like minded – she also enjoyed drug taking and going to parties. We eventually conspired to run away together to Durban to live it up and do as we pleased. By the grace of God, we only made it as far as the next major city next to Port Elizabeth, East London, before concerned people phoned the police after seeing us hitch hiking on a busy road. We were taken to social workers who called for our parents to fetch us. My mother had spent the previous night driving across South Africa as she had received a call from the school that I was missing. I was relieved to see my mother, though sad and ashamed that I had hurt her.

This incident, however, did not stop me from my ways. A year later, my father was transferred to Pretoria and my whole family was to move up. My older brother had by this time been in quite a successful music band and wanted to stay in Port Elizabeth. I begged my parents if I could stay with him, as I wanted to attend the art college that was close by (and also wanted to be out of their sight so that I could continue using drugs and doing what I wanted). My parents again agreed to my demands. I was enrolled at the art college. During this time I was using cocaine and my parents found out about it as a family friend had noticed something amiss and had phoned them. My parents fetched both my brother and I and took us back to Pretoria. I managed to convince my parents that it was a lie, and that I wanted to go back to the art college. They did not agree. I decided to hitchhike to Port Elizabeth, though ended up in a dangerous area in Johannesburg, Hillbrow, notorious for Nigerian drug dealers. One of these dealers had seen me hiking and had picked me up – he took me to KFC and offered to pay for a flight to Port Elizabeth for me. As young and as naïve as I was I believed him. Fortuanately, God protected me even in that dangerous area and no evil happened to me. I had managed to phone a young boy that I had been seeing and who loved me (he is today my husband)

– he pleaded with the man to not hurt me. My brother had friends in Port Elizabeth who knew this Nigerian and told my brother there were plans to ship me out of the country and use me as a drug mule and sex slave. Thus my brother found my whereabouts and my parents arrived to fetch me. I shudder to think what could have happened to me as an ignorant and foolish teenager. This incident convinced my parents to allow me to return to my home town and live with my boyfriend’s family and continue attending the art college. Three months later my brother and sister were in a serious car accident. My brother died six hours later from internal injuries and blood loss.

During this time, I did go for two or three visits to my family in Pretoria by bus. On one visit I asked my mom to buy me a book for the bus ride back as the ride was over 14 hours long. I chose a book called, “He came to set the captives free.” Since then I have learned that it is quite a controversial book, however the Lord used it to open my eyes to my bondage to sin. On another visit I read a number of the “tribulation force” books about the rapture and coming of Jesus. I continued in the same lifestyle – drugs, partying, aimlessness, though something was changing inside me. I began to be convicted of my sins and a number of times felt as though I was dying while on drugs and cried out to God to forgive me, as I knew my life was not right with Him and did not want to die in my sin. I also prayed for a bible and soon enough a friend of mine gave me a mini new testament. I however continued to abuse drugs and live a sinful lifestyle, though my conscience was bothering me. When my parents visited they told me they and my sister had been baptized. I was interested, though still enjoyed taking drugs, particularly ecstasy and cocaine and did not really want to stop. While they were still in town I had a dream of my deceased brother. In my dream he was being pulled on a stretcher. He suddenly sat up and looked at me. Blood was pouring from his nose and he said, “My only advice to you is to get out of the drug world now.” When I woke up I decided it was time to get baptized and turn my life over to God. I told my parents and soon arrangements were made for me to be baptized by the same person who had baptized them. They were also getting ready to move back to Port Elizabeth. I drove to Pretoria with my parents and read another book that was in the car called “The Call” by Rick Joyner. Jesus was beginning to be more real to me.

Finally one of the most special days of my life arrived, the day I was to be baptized. As we neared the man’s house, I was overjoyed and overcome first by tears and then laughter. I just knew that my life was about to change. When I entered the house I sensed a Presence – a loving, holy presence.  The man explained to me that I was going to be purchased by the blood of Jesus and that God would be my Father and that I would belong to Him. I prayed to God and confessed all my sins to Him while the young man anointed me with oil and prayed for me. Thereafter he baptized me in the swimming pool in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. When I came up from the water I felt as though I were a new person. I had such an indescribable peace within me. I was instantly set free from my smoking and drug addiction. I had a new hunger in my heart – a hunger to fellowship with other Christians and read the word of God.

A week later we had arrived back to our old home in Port Elizabeth that my father had built for us. I was so excited to attend a church. Where would I go? How would I get there? I had already told my boyfriend that I had been baptized and had accepted Jesus as my savior – I told him that I now only wanted to be friends with him. He decided to take me to a church that my mom had suggested (though they still did not attend church even though they had been baptized). That night as I walked into the church I again sensed the same Presence – I can only describe it as a holy, loving presence that was like the sunshine, but my heart was drinking in the warmth. The service began with praise and worship. I was amazed as the people sang, clapped and worshipped the Lord Jesus with such enthusiasm. I joined in, singing with all my heart to the Lord Jesus. Suddenly the most amazing thing began happening to me. An electrical current raced though my entire body, increasing in intensity and it felt as though Someone was holding both my hands tightly down at my sides. My whole body was shaking. My heart was bursting, and from deep within me I was communicating with God with groans that words cannot express. As the worship ended, I opened my eyes and was just bursting to tell someone what had happened to me. God restrained me until the service had ended. I was filled to the brim and overflowing with intense love, joy, peace, contentment. On the way home I couldn’t help but sing and praise God. Later I learned about the baptism of the Holy Spirit which is promised to all who will repent of their sins and receive Jesus. My young friend became upset as I told him what had happened to me during the service. He had been uncomfortable in the church as he had been raised in a conservative Dutch reformed church. However, that night when he got home, he told me that he went down on his knees alone in his room and repented of his sins. Three months later he was also baptized and was given the gift of speaking in tongues immediately aft After experiencing God so intimately I was a completely new person. I was so in love with Jesus and passionately on fire for God, witnessing to anyone who would listen and attending church as often as possible to learn God’s word and worship Him. My whole appearance changed, my eyes were bright and there was a smile on my face! I could look people in the eye, and no longer walked with eyes downcast, looking at the ground. I no longer dressed only in black or wore too revealing clothes. My desire for drugs, cigarettes and partying was completely gone. I decided to return to high school to finish my schooling. I was enrolled at a private school that would allow me to complete my final year, even though I had not completed grades 10 and 11. I worked hard and finished my schooling as the second top student – all to the glory of God. Through God I also started a prayer group at the school and another young boy accepted Jesus as his savior and experienced God in the same way I had. He is still serving God today in the field of medicine. My dream was to experience a Year of your Life programme done through a bible school after completing school, but it did not work out. Instead I was accepted into University to study to become a teacher. I desperately wanted to do good and make a difference in the world and serve God with all my heart.

After the first year of being a Christian I suddenly began to experience many trials and felt as though God was withdrawing His presence from me. My young friend said that the “honeymoon” was over. I was very saddened and began to seek God wholeheartedly. I learned scriptures such as the parable of the sower and was determined to not be as those who quickly receive God’s message with joy, but then fall away soon after when tribulation arises because of the word. I memorized encouraging scriptures about God never leaving, nor forsaking me and read the bible and prayed every day. I began to mature in my faith – though was by no means perfect. I had to daily confess my sins, cast down thoughts and discipline myself. I learned how gracious and compassionate God is, and also developed a healthy fear of God as the one who would judge my works. I once again began to feel secure in my position in Christ Jesus as the one who saves us.

I was baptized in November 1999, it is now August 2011 and I am still free of drugs and cigarettes. I am now married to my young friend who experienced salvation with me, and we have two beautiful daughters. I give God all the glory and praise for the wonderful work He has done in me, as well as for all the wonderful works He is doing throughout the earth.

I wrote a poem about the wonderful grace of God a number of years ago that I hope can encourage others, too .

Praise To The Glory Of His Grace

A righteousness of my own I cannot achieve

For in my sinful nature nothing good lives

Humbly I come to God to receive the righteousness which through Christ He gives.

My nakedness I cannot hide from God

Nor whiten my filthy ragged array

By grace He clothes me in a shining white robe

And washes all my sin and shame away.

This grace is given to a sinner like me

Not through any good deed of mine

The Son of God hung on a tree

As the ultimate sacrifice of all time.

The righteous God sits on His throne

And the resurrected Christ at His right hand now alive to Him

I am not my own as a new creation before Him I stand.

Now very soon, Yes it’s at the door

Jesus will return in great power and glory

The dead and alive in Christ will meet Him in the air

We will further be clothed with immortality.

A heavenly city God has prepared

Where righteousness, holiness and peace abound

This is where He will bring all His heirs who once were lost but now have been found.

Jesus did it!!!

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Testimony: It’s Okay, I’m Here

I met Him in the tiniest room there was in this small white church that I had never attended before until that weekend. As I closed my eyes to pray with faith for the first time, I didn’t feel like I was in that small room anymore. I was consumed and surrounded by God’s presence, amazing grace, forgiveness and unconditional love. I felt like I was talking to Him face to face; that I was before His throne in heaven. I felt protected and safe. I had never felt that unexplainable feeling before at that moment until then. I knew He was listening and I could feel the party that was going on in heaven as I accepted and made Jesus the Lord and Savior of my life! This happened for me at a purity weekend in late May of 2008. I walked out of those church doors that weekend with weights of burdens, worry, fear, and doubt lifted and I was changed from the inside out! But before this weekend ever happened life wasn’t so easy and I was in the search for healing, love, meaning — in search of something bigger. I was in search of God.

I never really grew up in a Christian home, even though my family always believed that there was a God but didn’t live for Him. I would jump back and forth, living with my mom and dad at times, and then my aunt and uncle up until I was nine. As I jumped from home to home, I began being sexually abused by more than one person and physically abused by my dad. At nine I went to live with my aunt and uncle permanently. My aunt taught me how to pray and I am so thankful for all my aunt and uncle have done and continue to do. But somehow I felt like it wasn’t enough and I got stubborn and rebellious at the age of thirteen and went back to live with my mom (by this time my mom and dad were split up and about to get divorced). I then began to question if there really was a God.

It wasn’t easy going back and living with my mom. She drank a lot and hardly was home. When I lived with her I really couldn’t call the many places we lived home. We lived in motel and hotel rooms and various other places that we kept getting kicked out of, and finally she has kept and is living in a trailer that they can call home now. But at the time I had to take care of my younger sister and brother and learned to do the basic stuff like cooking, cleaning, etc., on my own. I grew up poor. I had no running water growing up. My family and I would carry jugs of water back from the run off. We had no heat except the heat from the woodstove we owned. But this was the poorest I have ever been. Sometimes we hardly had any food and I saw my younger sister and brother beg for food. Furthermore, at this time in my life, I met my best friend. She had great faith in Jesus. You could tell she loved Him and her family and she lived for Him. She wouldn’t push her faith on me, but she would invite me to go to church – to church activities – and was excited and ready to answer the many questions I would ask about Christianity. My best friend and the horrifying experiences from my past drew me closer to Jesus and helped me to make Him my hero and king.

At purity weekend the messages about sexual purity, how special and unique my body is, and how much I am worth really brought out what was hiding deep inside of me for many years. I finally understood why with the sexual abuse, why I was created the way I was, and learned that my virginity that I had been struggling to save, and could have been forced to give away was not only special to me but to Jesus and my future husband. I didn’t feel like I was worth much due to the abuse I had experienced, and the way I had to live, but I learned that I was worth more than I felt because of Jesus’ sacrifice. A week before purity weekend I had had phone sex with a guy in my grade and as I sat there in that church listening to the women speaker, I felt a very deep guilt, the worst guilt I have ever felt before. I knew what I needed to do, so I ran to one of the girl leaders and confessed what I did and how I felt, I couldn’t hold back the tears… I was convicted as the Holy Spirit worked inside of me for the first time. She took me to a small room and helped me to confess what I did to Jesus, helped me to ask for His forgiveness and accept that He died for me, then defeated death itself and then we asked Him to help me live for Him and I thanked Jesus.

For about a month after I had said that prayer and made Jesus the Lord and Savior of my life, I was filled with the Holy Spirit and excitement. Nothing could take my new faith away and I liked the knowledge and feeling of having a savior. I was filled to the top with everything I needed. I felt completed. Despite all these great feelings, that didn’t change the home life I went back to, my old habits, my selfish ways, or how my family decided to live.

Jesus has taken me in, adopted me and cleaned me up, but is still always doing the work He does of cleaning me up, teaching me, putting me through trials, struggles and things to make me cling to Him and grow into someone like who Jesus was and is. It wasn’t easy and still isn’t easy giving up everything for Jesus and learning to obey Him and not ignore Him in every area of life. In the beginning of my faith I remember it being very hard for me to continue to build and grow this relationship with somebody I couldn’t see or hear with my physical eyes and ears. I learned then to have faith in the smallest of things and to trust God even when I doubted or wasn’t thinking clearly. I also was struggling to understand the grace and forgiveness of Jesus and dealing with a habitual sin. Then an amazing thing happened as I prayed about this struggle and sin… God gave me this vision – like a daydream sort of – and it helped me to understand what really happened at the cross.

This is what happened in my daydream: I find myself in the crowd watching Jesus carry His cross to the Crucifixion ground (Skull Hill). He is all bloody and pain is written on His face. He can hardly stand up. He looks at me and I want to go tell him, “I’m sorry,” but my feet won’t move. My mind then takes me to the foot of the cross. I’m there alone and I’m praying. I hear a deep, soothing, calm voice. I look up and am staring into Jesus’ fiery orange eyes. He says to me, “It’s OK, I’m here.” Then there is complete silence and I’m showered in protection. I fall into His mighty arms and am loved. That’s not the only things that God has showed me and taught me though.

For the past two years I have battled depression, suicidal thoughts, suicidal attempts, and cutting. I have become closer to Jesus, learned to trust Him with the little faith I did have, that grew and grew during these times of depression. He has set me free from the suicidal thoughts, wanting to commit suicide/need to give up completely and cutting. I thank Him every day for letting me survive those times that I was so close to death. I learned to turn to Him and use the weapons He has given me to fight many temptations like cutting. Likewise, throughout these three years that I have been a Christian, I have learned so much about who I was and am growing into being. I continue to learn more about Jesus and what He has done for me everyday too. I see progress most of the time in my attitude, behavior, and thoughts. I see change sometimes in myself because of the work of the Holy Spirit, and then other times I get stuck and need to figure out what is holding me back from moving forward. I am very thankful for the family of God that I do have and the support, guidance, advice and help they have shown me. I am learning, and growing into living everyday for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! I hope and pray that my lifestyle and daily habits honor glorify and make our God smile!

Jesus Did It!!! 

A Year of Tragedies: 2017 In Review

A lot of tragedies has happened since te beginning of the year. We lost some great and dear people to our hearts, while some we experienced a great loss of our homes, jobs, divorce, and many more. Most of the credits goes to “Christian Headlines”. Here are some highlight tragedies that happened this year.. 

For Americans, the past twelve months have been marked by tragedy. It’s been a year of shootings, natural disasters, and scarred relationships.


In October, fifty-eight people died in a mass shooting in Las Vegas. As the Wall Street Journal reports, this massacre “ranks as the deadliest shooting in modern U.S. history.” Just a few weeks later, another gunman slaughtered twenty-six more defenseless victims in a rural Texas church. It became the “fifth deadliest such attack.” But these are only two of the many violent killings that happened this year. Zusha Elionson with WSJ writes, “[T]he number of people killed or injured in mass incidents in 2017 is higher than in the three previous years.”


Natural disasters have also battered the nation from all sides. As the article reports, more than 200 people died in hurricanes and tropical storms that overwhelmed the Gulf Coast and Caribbean. On the western side of the country, wildfires ravaged California in October and December. These fires wiped out “more than 8,400 houses and other structures,” killed forty-two people, and burned thousands of acres.


Meanwhile, rifts between races have continued to grow under the pressure of rallies and extremist groups. The distrust between genders has also increased with the widespread revelations of sexual misconduct. Allegations reached to some of the most respected positions in modern society, forcing many Americans to think twice about where they put their trust.


We cannot finish the tragedies in Nigeria without Boko Haram. On the 25th of July, Boko Haram laid ambush on an Oil exploration team and killed over 50 people in the North East (Borno) area of Nigeria, it was classified as one of the deadliest attacks of Boko Haram in months. On the 31st of August they raided a camp in Banki area of Maiduguri, Borno State killing at least 11 people

Bomb blast killings in Maiduguri Northern part of Nigeria by Islamic terrorist group “Book Haram”. It’s just sad as the people of this area are threatened everyday. No sleep, No peace. Girls are kidnapped, rapped and brain washed. I really appreciate the efforts of the Nigerian Army in suppressing this terror. God will always win over devils and demons. 

Biafra is like the most sensitive topic in Nigeria. This year group of army individuals called Operation Python dance invaded the home of Biafrain’s Activist and leader Nnamdi Kanu killing 5 people and injuring over 30 individuals. Although federal government proscribed IPOB a terrorist group. US refuses to acknowledge IPOB as a terrorist group.

On August 14th, over 14 people were killed and 100injured in a terrorist attack in Spain, when a van rammed into a crowd of Barcelonans.

UK has seen its own share of tragedies; most recent tragedy September 15th is the improvised bomb blast at London underground station at parson’s green station central London injuring over 25 people.

June 19: Van hits Pedestrians outside Mosque killing one and injuring 11 people.

To the fire which engulfed Grenfell tower in the early hours of 14th of June in North Kensington West London killing over 50 people,



June 3RD: London bridge and Borough Market attack

May 22nd: Ariana Grand Concert Bomb Blast in Manchester.

March 22ND: Westminster Bridge Vehicle Attack & Stabbing killing 5 people and injuring over 50 people. 

In all of these tragedies, that very question of trust is just what we should be evaluating as a nation. If nothing else, this year has proven that there isn’t much in the world worth trusting in—not the weather, not politicians, not even our fellow “average” people. All these things, along with most other things that we treat as trustworthy, have failed us in 2017. And none of those failures are unprecedented. In a sense, we’ve seen it all before in the pages of history books. So, none of these things even deserved our trust in the first place.

As we move forward from this year of sorrows, let’s turn our thoughts to the One that we can trust in. This life is truly one of tragedy, but we serve a God of restoration. He—who alone holds the power of taming the weather and transforming the human heart—will one day banish tragedy forever and wipe every tear from our eyes. Put your hope in him.

For you to be alive today is a big joy and blessing. The victims of these tragedies are far better than we leaving now. We cry to God why this person or that person. We don’t even deserve anything from God, we need to just glorify and thank Him. Am forever grateful and thankful to God for Life!!! 



We Are The Body Of Christ (1 Corinthians 12:27)

How are you blessing others. 
What part of the body are you? What’s your function, your purpose?  How are you blessing others in the Body of Christ?  Who is someone in the body who does a great deal of service to others who needs your encouragement and praise? Who is someone who feels neglected and lonely who needs your love to be shown to him or her. 

Everyday I thank my Father in heaven for making me a part of something so precious, so awesome, as the bodily presence of the Lord. 

Happy Birthday To The CEO Of Chow Culture 

A woman of substance, God-fearing, hardworking, loving and caring lady I know. A friend I can call sister, her love for humanity is out of this world. The food problem solver. Titi just got a few words to day bout you on this special day of yours. 
 


A Birthday Gift To You

At times, I wonder what makes you special,

The smile, the trust, or the way you care.

At times, I wonder what makes you fun,

The bond, the memories or the way you share.

A beautiful day and a sparkling occasion.


Today, I wonder what should I gift you?

You always have my support, care and love

So I gather deep emotions to greet you.

I wish you a very Happy Birthday.

Don’t Be Envious, Be Contended With What You Have (Psalm 37:1-2)

Frustration and envy, isn’t that your reaction to those who are evil and yet seem to prosper? We’ve reminded to not let the apparent and short-lived successes of evil people derail our faith or dampen our spirits. 

Their victorious are temporary, their wealth is like a flower that will wilt, and their life is like the grass which withers and is soon gone. 

Prayer: Lord God Almighty, praise your holy and matchless name. You have blessed me mightily. You have protected me in the face of my enemies. You have given me life, and hope, and future with you. Please dear father, help me to avoid wasting my time worrying about what others have. Please give me a heart of Thanksgiving for, and contentment with, all that you have done to bless me. In Jesus name I pray. Amen!!!