Dreams do come to pass; we only need to believe to see.
#Hope #Resilience #Believe #Faith
Dreams do come to pass; we only need to believe to see.
Dreams do come to pass; we only need to believe to see.
#Hope #Resilience #Believe #Faith
You’re going to go through tough times – that’s life. But I say, ‘Nothing happens to you, it happens for you.’ Joel Osteen.
A difficult time can be more readily endured if we retain the conviction that our existence holds a purpose. John Maxwell.
I love the light for it shows me the way to go, but I love the darkness more for it shows me the stars. Og Mandino.
We can’t speak about resilience without speaking about hope. Hope is the bedrock of resilience. Reeta Roy
You can stay fours days without food, but the minute you lose hope, you’re dead! Eliud Kipchoge
Always remember that when battles are like a flood there is a standard, a red line it cannot cross. We gain strength by overcoming obstacles.
Ever had to give up? Remember why you started at first. That purpose is the reason why you must persist. Have a great day.
Why am I so happy to see the sun rise and smell her sweet fragrance? I may not explain exactly, but this is why.
Before now I slept like a log, snoring away, unconscious to the world’s drama. Nocturnal creatures crept, birds hoot. The night is innocently quiet but may have consumed many. My windows are open, the whistling pines sang a lullaby. Soft rain drum the rooftop. Pata-pata was her fair rhythm. The wind accompanied the rhythm with an invisible guitar, addressing my bed. Cool breeze rent, blowing kisses, caressing man who slept. It wooed man to dreamland, where he could see beautiful things. All these while, I am man, bones and flesh, helpless only to Providence and her benevolence.
The sun’s glamour lit the skies, it woke man. Golden rays filter through the curtain, a welcome to new day. Blue clouds wait outside, there the green field lay wet with dew. Grasshoppers, beetles and crickets play in them. When stick insects fly, their zithering wings create a tune. Termites are busy moving their quarry. Mantises cling like monkeys to tree leaves. Trees are calm, resting from the long cold night. Squirrels play up their branches, the wind their surfboard. Egrets, pigeons, turtle doves, skylarks, bluebirds and others enjoy the fresh air. Their cries fill the horizon with hope, they spoke of gratitude and joy, of seeing a new day. Grey and brown mushrooms sprout, squeezing out of earth little umbrella citadels for ants. Some shaped like the anthill down the road. Bright flowers dance in the morning breeze. They are dressed in different schools: white and purple, green and yellow, red and pink, or blue and orange. Their stalks a perfectly sewn uniform, each glamouring in her pretty dress. The canopy of green grass expands each morning. There’s carpet grass, mother nature’s rug. There’s the guinea grass, tall enough to hide bugs and worms. Butterflies roam the garden, sunlight behind their back. Tree leaves fall in circles, to meet the wind at the foot of trees. A stronger wind gladly sweeps them all over the garden – a queer rollercoaster without wheels. Yet sunlight came in installments, watching over all.
I have a friend who checks on my window each morning. She admires herself at the glass mirror. From the other side I laugh at her fluffy beauty. Straight beak sitting on a funny face. Two agile broom-like legs holding a big body. Those legs, a perfect weightlifter, just that it lacked muscle. Black feathers, white underbellies – a reminder of me whenever I wore a black suit. ‘But why are you so pretty every morning?‘ I wonder. I smell the flowers that live not far away. Hibiscus and Flamboyant, different colours, many scents. Strength in diversity. But colour has no scent. The wet clay smell nice too, in it the bull frog family live. The garden is a big theatre – a world of its own. If I ever knew the winds tune, I will sing with her. She sang slowly, sometimes high, other times low-pitch. So I hum in my heart and whistle when I am overwhelmed. I write a song in my mind. I will let the later morning hear it and trust that she keeps my tune secret.
I am grateful for the song on the roof. For those little angels disguised as birds that wake me. For the cool breeze that makes sleep enjoyable. For night rains that sing me a lullaby. For the green garden and her flourishing faun and flora. For dew that wet my foot when I walk through the green grass. For the insects and birds that greet the morning with a beautiful song. For the love, joy, peace and hope that comes with each bright morning. Gratitude is still the best attitude.
Do you now see why I am happy when I see sunlight? For me, to live is to be grateful.
Humility and pride are two brothers that see the world from different perspectives. In this blog post, I’ll compare them to see how they differ.
Humility apologizes first even when he is not wrong but pride is the longest distance between two people.
Pride is concerned with who is right, humility is concerned with what is right.
Pride goes before destruction and haughtiness before a fall. Proverbs 16.18. In James 4.6, God resists the proud but gives grace to the humble.
Proud people seldom learn, it takes a humble character to be submissive to instructors.
Indeed pride is the mother of arrogance and it could turn angels to demons and humility can change sinners to saints.
Let’s end with this Vietnamese proverb, ‘The higher you climb, the heavier you fall.’
Good morning and have a beautiful day!
‘Find out how much God has given you and from it take what you need; the remainder is needed by others.’ St Augustine.
‘If you have much, give of your wealth; if you have little, give of your heart.’ Arabian Proverb.
‘To fold the hands in prayer is well, to open them in charity is better.’ French Proverb.
Plant flowers in other people’s gardens and your life becomes a bouquet. It’s not that successful people are givers; it is that givers are successful people.
‘Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.’ Mother Theresa
To believe a thing impossible is to make it so. French Proverb.
Indeed, the positive thinker of faith in God, sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible.
Never underestimate the power you have to take your life in a new direction – Germany Kent.
Every mountain becomes a plain when you are determined. Determination is a tonic that keeps achievers/champions going; it’s a key element in enduring temporary setbacks and the achievement of ultimate success. No matter how life and indeed the year has been, be determined to make a difference. Life is like a marathon race, you must push yourself to the finishing line by fighting self-pity, depression, fear of the future and anxiety daily.
Good morning everyone. See you later.
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I’m Your cymbal, the one who plays the bells,
None except You can make me appreciate life better
When you forgive people the greatest beneficiary is you. Yes, some pain is grave and some injuries are bloody, but no matter how gravely hurt you are, never forget that: Between you and your next level is a betrayal. Don’t worry if people finally understand you, release them, let go and let God.
The secret in forgiveness is to let go of everything and understand nothing.
Good and beautiful morning. Have a great day.
I give you this green heart 💚. It’s a symbol of life💚 and abundance💚, of contentment and gratitude for another fine day. That’s my wish for you this sunny beautiful African morning.
This image says it all. All they have in rural Africa are hope, prayers and faith. Most of our leaders are little more than puppeteers.
Envelope me in your warm embrace
I’m safe, when I run to your open arms
“You see? He lives in you.”
I love you, and I want you to know.
We know that love is a feeling and a state of mind, desirous to be there for someone or see a person succeed or be better. This desire lead to kind acts and actions summarise it all. Yet love can be expressed verbally.
Who needs to know you care for them? Everyone! Family, friends, co-workers and neighbours. Acts of love are passed through our kindness and compassion for people and living things. How you treat people and your environment speaks volumes about yourself. Kindness, compassion and selflessness are loving virtues. Anyone who loves others loves himself. We are love creatures.
Loving someone means, “I love your life, your intentions, your interests, your aspirations, your hopes, yet you’re not a threat to my life and aspirations.” So I enjoy loving you for you.
While we pray and work to cleanse our land of the virus, reminding someone of your love can bring hope. Drop a beautiful message to your loved ones today.
It’s a rainy morning. I’m grateful to love you another day 💛❤️💚😘
Believing is seeing, not the other way round.
Just a few months ago, the world celebrated the new year. People, companies and countries nurtured aspirations and dreams, hoping for a happy year. But the advent of the virus brought fear and uncertainty. With what is going on, this pandemic may cause economic stress across the globe, particularly in Africa. I’m happy it’s Friday evening. All primary and secondary schools in Abia State closed today. So holidays have officially started. Due to the sit at home notice issued by the government, I may not travel home. I’m sitting outside, to enjoy some quietness and breeze. I wonder how long we’ll wait to hear that the virus is gone. I’m not afraid; the world has suffered worse before now. In my area, there’s no news of the virus yet. People still go about their business despite the warnings. I’m grateful to all fighting this scourge, and I pray for those who doubt the existence of a Supreme God. In these times and always, I choose faith over fear. Life is undoubtedly vanity without faith. Let’s stay safe and be grateful for life—my thoughts and prayers to you all. I know we’ll smile again. Good night 💛💚💙
Feed your faith, starve your doubts.
Worry gives a small thing a bigger shadow. Feed your faith and don’t be anxious!
If you are conversant with David’s story in the bible, then you can recall that he was a lad who led his father’s sheep to pasture in the forest. He learned to fight, for he fought off Bears and the Lion that came to steal the sheep. He learned to play the guitar which came handy when he played for King Saul and most importantly, he learned to care, to love and to serve others through his affection for his father’s sheep. God used shepherding to prepare him for kingship. Consider people who tended sheep and how they ended in the Bible. Joseph, Moses, Jacob, all tended sheep. It takes humility to serve, to do the dirty jobs, no one is willing to do in the house. Now all of these people later led their people in one capacity or another.
The themes in this piece is hardwork, humility, service and diligence.
Your present situation may be a preparation to greatness. But remember that as far as you are doing something meaningful and legal, there’s hope of a brighter day, of a greater leap! Even if the beginning is bleak, know that God is shaping you for something great! Don’t give up now.
The clouds sing of Your Glory mighty One
The wind surf the mild waters of the ocean
Nature is just one of Your Great masterpiece
The Earth is Your masterpiece
She spins up the space like a speck of dust
Which fall with the others when it is time
The snow melts down into the soil with time
She feeds the moisture starved grasses
With time we are left with lush greens!
See the sun set over the hills and greens,
Watch the little mistletoe grow on the garden
Let the wonders of our Gods creation unfold
For no one can ever be like Jehovah
Smile for me beautiful child
Show me your joyful face
Let me see your beautiful smile
Come now, do not be shy
Let me see your joy
Let me see the little dimple
And the lines of your face
As they straighten up for a smile!
Smile for me beautiful African child
Do not mind what they say
Your future is bright
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Who is it that overcomes the world? Only the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God …1st John 5.5
Here comes lines of cheer and wit
Grown from experiences, from the heart
A rule of success, everything perfect
An elixir of healing for all round health
A beacon to help a man become great
And a seasoning to give taste like salt
A pill to uplift the soul, body and spirit
A Divine arrangement for all on Earth
These lines are born of thought,
For this substance makes a man fly higher than the Kite
And to believe in it, one can reach the mountains heights.
It helps vision clearly even with fog falling on twilight
For those who saw the future, blue and bright
They believed though they never saw it yet!
They worked in Gods perfect design and path
For in so doing, God revealed His great might
And led them thru the dark tunnel to light
He provided their needs and made them give to others gifts
To them He gave to keep for the rainy day and to clothe
And now they believe in Jehovah Almighty for the best
For ye who desire this, grow this little seed called Faith!
Once upon a time
In a land separated
By a peaked hill
With clouds gathering
On its highest tops
The other side of the hill
Nests the only stream
Which serves all, cattle, man
The villagers must then
Climb the hill which was hectic
A whooping half days trek
To get to the stream
To walk around was easier
But then the forests weren’t friendly
It reared beasts
And people do lose their way
There lived a young man,
Always praying and asking
Believing that a miracle
Must come one day soon
On one night he thought
“What if the hill moved
What if it moved away
From its position?”
He was full of hope
On the morrow,
He was already at the town centre
Crying out to townsmen
To come, gather for prayers
A strange prayer, it seemed
He told of his plans
And people wondered
Pondering on the dreams
Of the young man
“I believe there’s One
Who hanged the hill
Up there, who kept the stream from us
I believe that he can
Take it away from our way!”
“Oh foolish one, oh foolish dream”
People ranted openly
Jeering at the young man
“I shall pray
Even though you won’t with me”
He courageously declared
On that night he stayed awake
Praying, calling unto God
“Oh master, hear my voice
Hear my voice…”
All his broken soul could say
He slept off after, peacefully
As the birds twittered
The next bright morning
He heard shouts outside
And knocks rammed his door
Shaking its hinges ferociously
He got out, and all about
Where people raising their hands
Shouting, all talking at the same time
Pointing towards the hills place
He ran off, swiftly towards the hills
Breathing hard, pondering
And lo, as he raced
He saw governments bulldozers
Ploughing the hills
The government was to build
A road through the hill
And so God truly answered him!
I needed to say a word of encouragement to someone tonight. Tonights piece is straight forward, and self explanatory. The poetale talks about Faith and Believing in yourself. Take sometime and always ask God for all your needs. Trust not on human standards, or back talk. Some things might look impossible, unrealistic but God works in mysterious ways. Believing and positivity(faith) decides if you will succeed or not in lifes struggle. Prayers might be all we need for success after a hard work done. Stay safe, pray always.
Wed, 2 May, 2012
Destiny is a flower
A hope unseen
Weldin’ up in strength
Nev’r to return to its bud.
It’s a snail train
Pilotin’ thru a rocky terrain
On a journ’y of faith
A journ’y of the unknown.
It’s our tomorrow
An expected smile
Of persevered tears
And a prayerful hug