a young boy who wanted to become the best baseball batsman in the world went into the yard to practice alone one afternoon with a ball and a bat.

on getting there he threw the ball up and tried to bat but he missed it and swung wild.

i have two more chances he reasoned, so he picked the ball again threw it up and swung wild one more time.

at this point he was getting discouraged but he decided to try one more time so he picked up the ball, spoke to it ‘ball, i am gong to hit you this time’ then he threw it up, focused, and took a swing,………

…..well that was the third time, and he missed again.

he smiled, picked up the ball and told himself ‘men! who knows; i might just be the best pitcher in the world’

.Joel Osteen

stay flexible and open to God’s plan. His thoughts are not ours, but He will surely bring it to pass, keep believing today. God bless you.

.ucTRUTH

Little Michael was super excited when he got the news that his mother was going to have a baby girl, he was going to become a big brother.

every chance he gets, he goes to the mothers’ belly and starts to sing

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey”

to the sister. this happened for days, and then months passed till the mother was due, little Michael never stopped singing to his baby sister.

finally the mother was due and his excitement only grew but then something happened, there was complications on the pregnancy and the mother delivered the baby with a sickness. the mother got home and little Michael didn’t see his baby sister.

well the baby was kept in the hospital and only grew worse until one day the hospital called, the baby would most likely not make it through the night. Mikes’ mum figured “this might be my only chance of letting him see his little sister alive” so she secretly took mike into the intensive care unit that was not allowed for children when the head nurse was not looking.

Little Mike entered with excitement but suddenly was taken aback by the number of tubes going in and out of the sister. at that moment, the nurse got in and asked for him to be taken away immediately. He took one last look and then started singing,

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away”

to the nurses’ surprise, the blood pressure started dropping, her heart beat stabilized and of course as you would have guessed, they didn’t let little Michael leave. after been made to sing for a few more times, the pale blue colour of death on the sisters’ face disappeared and she was in a sound sleep.

after a few days the girl was discharged all well.

.Joel Osteen

it might seem insignificant, but the little words we say, the little songs we sing and the little blessings are all that matters. so parents do not curse the children and siblings, friends please speak life. God bless you.

.ucTRUTH

Go through this short story with me, because it was an example that made me realize just how stupid I had been, was given to me by the Sweet Holy Spirit.

Chika joined the university at the age of 16, did her clearance and got into her room and as was the custom in the university, she had three other normal roommates, a second year, third year and a final year student all in their respective corners. Coming from a Christian home, she didn’t need to be preached to before she fully joined a fellowship and started working well for God, even in her first year.

Then in her second year something happened, she changed her room and got new roommates, up till this point everything was like paradise except the early morning lectures which made Chika wake earlier to do her devotions so as to meet up with classes but everything was about to change. That was when she met Cherry, the final year roommate for that session. Boy could she step on peoples nerves and really annoy anyone when she feels like it. She was always drinking, smoking clubbing and more often than not, she brings a large part of her hell to the room and Chika was already a candidate for heaven so she was not going to have any of it, but that was when it happened.
*…………..Now this came as a result of a time of serious heaviness, when I had questions and demanded answers, a time when I needed to know why the one who gives me life would also want to do anything He likes with the very Life He has given me, a time when the clay was telling the potter just how he wanted to be made………….let’s get back to the story.
On this cold night Cherry was set as usual, it was Friday and she was going to go clubbing and come back smelling like the hostel dustbin. Then that still small voice spoke to Chika,’’ just preach to your roommate about her habits’’ it was heavy on Chika and she was supposed to say it but then, it all came back to her; how many times she had tried talking to this same girl on this same issue, the insults, the one time she left the conversation nursing her swollen face, the slap was so hard she didn’t even need to turn the other cheek because she got a full dose on one cheek already. So she kicked against the silly idea, let her go and waste her life, after all everyone will sleep well this night and that was it, everything went on as usual.
After that session, they never saw each other again and everyone went their separate ways. Oh! And Cherry graduated with a second class upper division with a lovely package; do not even ask me how. Chika on the other hand graduated from the university at the age of 20, with a first class honors having served as the evangelism secretary and the sisters’ coordinator in the second and third year in the fellowship. She got married a year later and was blessed with 3 lovely kids, Peter, John and Mary in that order.
Quick as a flash…on that cold Saturday morning.. The biggest amongst them, super-S as he was called, supposedly the leader of the gang grabbed the 16 years old Mary and took her to the other room, John couldn’t take it and he was shot in the head,…well they were warned not to move……, Peter was hit on the head when the armed robbers first got into the house and he died before the robbery was over, bled out on the rug, cold as steel. The robbery was faster than you can imagine, faster than how I explained it and it all came crashing. Chika was devastated.
Chika, who was 42 years old at this point, has been serving God fervently all her life, why would He allow something like this to happen? Why will it happen to her? Why will all her children be murdered in one night? And then she wept and wondered, and really everyone blamed God with her, because no one can actually tell her anything about God knowing best, she was the preachers’ wife.
….but let’s go back… to the night she murdered her children….
Back to that cold night, ‘if’ Chika had spoken to Cherry, God would have intervened on her way to the club, she would have sprained her ankles and blamed it on her stupid heels, she would not have danced with Mike, she would not have gotten too drunk to go home, she would not have shared the bed with a criminal, she would not have given birth a year after graduation to a handsome boy called Steve, maybe with a good father figure Steve would not have mixed up with the wrong crowd, maybe he would not have risen in the ranks rapidly, maybe he would not have robbed that last house on the street, maybe, just maybe,….. Chika would have seen her lovely Mary do her matriculation on that faithful turned fateful Saturday morning. If only she had obeyed, if only she had spoken.
It then dawned on me, it is mercy for us to live, God has kept me from harms I cannot even begin to imagine, He is the only one who really showed me what true love is, of course I do not see the big picture for everything and every time, but Faith says God is there and He doesn’t need to explain anything to me.
…..and without FAITH, it is impossible to please God.
So I have decided to allow God be God, I am resting and hoping only on and in Him, I am done being stupid. Fully working in His Grace, if there is someone to blame, it would be the only one that is hiding, and that is the devil, and that would be because I allowed him, God please help us all.
God bless you.

After living what I felt was a ‘decent’ life, my time on earth came to the end.

The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting
room of what I thought to be a court house.

The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.

As I looked around I saw the ‘prosecutor.’
He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen.

I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney,
a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed
so familiar to me, I felt I knew Him.

The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Him.

As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, “Let us begin.”

The prosecutor rose and said,
“My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this person
belongs in hell.”

He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and in the past when I cheated others, Satan told of other horrible
Perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke, the
further down in my seat I sank.

I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about.

As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not Offering any form of defense at all.

I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my life – couldn’t that at least equal out part of the harm I’d done?

Satan finished with a fury and said, “This person belongs in hell,
is guilty of all that I have charged and there is not a person
who can prove otherwise.”

When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench.

The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan,
and beckoned Him to come forward.

As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in
His full splendor and majesty.

I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.

He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, “Hi,
Dad”, and then He turned to address the court.

“Satan was correct in saying that this person has sinned, I won’t deny any of these allegations.

And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this person deserves to be
punished.”

Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, “However, I died on the cross so
that this person might have eternal life and has accepted Me as Savior, so this person is Mine.”

My Lord continued with, “This person’s name is written in the Book of Life, and no one can snatch this one from Me.

Satan still does not understand yet. This person is not to be given justice, but rather mercy.”

As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said, “There is nothing else that needs to be done. I’ve done it all.”

The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down.

The following words bellowed from His lips..

“This person is free.”

“The penalty has already been paid in full.”
“Case dismissed.”

As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving,
“I won’t give up, I will win the next one.”

I asked Jesus
as He gave me my instructions where to go next, “Have you ever lost a case?”

Christ lovingly smiled and said,

“Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has received the same verdict as you,
~Paid In Full~”

Pass this along, your effort in sharing this could save a soul!!!

-Anonymous

“I never believed that such a sugar-coated tongue could feed me a pack of lies.”

The words kept ringing in my head. “You are nothing, not good enough. You can’t do anything, you are worthless.” These words occupied my subconscious mind. I couldn’t believe it, I had finally broken up with Stanley. A relationship that had gone on for 4 years! Stanley and I met when I was about graduating from secondary school and I thought he would be “the one” ( sigh; childish fantasies). Barely 3 months after we met, we started dating. I was head over heels, the whole ‘butterfly in my tummy’ experience. The relationship went smoothly for about a year and a half then the complaining began. “You don’t do this, you don’t do that, do you want me to go out there and cheat?”, he would threaten. My friends warned me to quit before I got burned but I turned deaf ears.

I should have read the signs,  Stanley was a ladies man. He would lie to my face, “they flock around me, I cannot help it”. Ironically, he was the jealous type. He went through my phone regularly and threw tantrums whenever he read friendly text messages from other guys. Things got worse when I began to see other ladies in his house. He would dish out numerous excuses, “she’s my colleague, my friend’s girlfriend, my ex-classmate”. At some point, he even claimed some of them as relations. I was blind or maybe I was just ignorant. I never believed that such a sugar-coated tongue could feed me a pack of lies.

At some point, I thought I was the problem. Maybe I needed to start using more make-up or wearing more fitted dresses, I thought. Poor Me! I was only worrying my pretty little head over a person that didn’t deserve a second of my time. Sadly, I didn’t know this until much later; then it was too late. In my ignorance, I became desperate to save our relationship. Continue reading →

Please enjoy this little story I got from a friend: “When I was a kid, Mum liked to make food for dinner & I remember one night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening, Mum placed a plate of bread, jam and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet, all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smiled at my Mum and asked me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my Mum apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.” Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she’s really tired. And besides… A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone but harsh words do!” You know, life is full of imperfect things…and imperfect people. I’m not the best. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing and lasting relationship. So…please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burnt one will do just fine! And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life…I just did! Life is too short to wake up with regrets… Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don’t. ENJOY LIFE NOW – IT HAS AN EXPIRY DATE” Bless u folks