Godly teens

He was a pastor of a growing church. God had called him into full time ministry a few years after completing his PhD. Not that he wasn't spiritual, but things were not just going right around him. His church's growth was as good as stagnated, with only just forty something people showing up on Sundays. His wife had been having miscarriage after miscarriage after the birth of their second son. And his first son was always in and out of the hospital. There seemed to be no progress in his life at all. He knew something was wrong somewhere, because things had not always been like this. He once was a celebrated pastor who got both local and international invitations to minister. Money didn't use to be a problem and the word "miscarriage" wasn't even in his dictionary before. Something was definitely wrong.  He prayed and fasted for twenty days for God to show him where he had gone wrong. One day he was sitting leisurely on the veranda, thinking about his problems ...

HE'S WATCHING OVER YOU. A pilot hovered in the sky in his helicopter,w the confusion going on on the ground below him.  A driver in a small Peugeot car was speeding on the highway when he suddenly had to slow down because of the heavy duty truck in his front that was moving at a snail's pace. The driver drove for a while behind the slow truck, enduring the slow pace he was moving at. He had an important event to attend and he hated to be late. The truck kept rumbling forward slowly and noisily and after sometime the driver of the Peugot car began to get imaptient. He decided to overtake the slow truck. He leapt out of his lane a little, with the intention of overtaking the truck. But an oncoming car prevented him and he had to go back to his lane. This happened four to five times. Everytime the car driver tried to leave his lane to overtake the truck, another vehicle from the other lane would be coming his way. Afraid of been hit, he would go back to his lane behind the slow tr...

 “…And the peace which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:7  Paul read the verse over and over with his vision blurred by tears.  Peace that passes all understanding... Peace that passes all understanding... He had read this statement many times as a Christian. Pastors had preached about it and singers had sung about it, but today he craved to have it right there in his troubled heart. That peace that could rage the storm in his life. Recently, his life had started to turn up side down like a summersaulting car, tumbling over and over, expecting to land somewhere where everyone could see the ugly damage done.  First, it was his job. He had been doing so well that he had even expected to get a promotion the following month. But all of a sudden, the company had decided to downsize. He had thought his name wouldn't even be on the list but there he was on Friday, four months ago, clutching his retrenchment let...

ANYBODY CAN WRITE; 7 TIPS FOR ASPIRING CREATIVE WRITERS. Hello sugars! 👋😍🤗 It's been a while here, but I'm back with my promise: If you've ever admired a good piece of writing (fiction or nonfiction) and wondered how to weave words so that you've got readers entangled in the product of your imagination like an erring fly in a spider's web, this blog post is for you.✨💃🤸 Here are seven ways to unlock unlock your creativity;  1: Flex your imagination muscles. Bob Proctor said that "The greatest nation in the world is IMAGINATION." Can't agree less. Your creativity is directly proportional to how flexible your imagination is. Don't bore your readers with stiff, narrow minded thinking. Flex your imagination muscles. Close your eyes and let your mind carry you to unbelievable, colorful and special places. So many worlds exist outside the world you're presently in and you can only find them in your imagination. Some writers...

                    (Image from Entrepreneurs.ng) A FAT SLIM GIRL 2. She was the mastermind behind her own downfall. She created her ruin by accepting defeat. She was fat. Nobody could convince her otherwise and the only way she could become truly happy, was to have a perfect body. So she embarked on a self-destructing journey.  On the Net, she had read, the only way to lose weight was to go on a calorie deficit. She began to limit her portions of food. She scarcely ate. Even when her stomach protested to the extent that she developed ulcer. She bottled it all in. Her goal was a beach body. The type she saw on Instagram. Workouts were not a thing to her before, but they became her everything. She worked her body sore on a daily basis and stopped only when she felt like fainting. Still, she saw fat everywhere. To her, there was no progress. She was not losing anything. She was still the fat, ugly girl people pitied. To he...

                     (Image from Yoga matters) A FAT SLIM GIRL. She saw fat everywhere. It was in her face, in her neck, in her arms, in her stomach, in her thighs, in her legs. It was within and without her. Nobody saw her as fat. It was her mind, the mind she allowed social media to influence, that told her she was fat. It was the way she looked at herself in the mirror that got her upset about her weight. It was her low self-esteem and lack of confidence in herself that informed her change of behaviour. It was her lack of self love that led to her ruin. She was a healthy weight of a hundred and twenty pounds at age seventeen. She was healthy. She was okay. But she didn't see it like that. Her mind had been distorted by what she saw. It was not always like that. There once was a time when she was in love with her body. When she considering herself lucky to be 'full' in areas that mattered. When she had no fears or insecurit...

                  (Image from Google) The rock is falling Once upon a time, there was a small community of villagers living in a village surrounded by rocky mountains. All around them were stones and rocks and gravel and sand. But they were all very used to them. They knew how to work, feed, play and navigate their rocky abode. And they rather enjoyed it. They loved the security the rocks gave them. The way they enclosed them round about, made enemy nations think twice before they attacked. These mountains had stayed for ages, long before everyone of them was born, so they had extreme confidence that nothing was ever going to happen to them. As long as they were concerned, they could carry on with their lives, hunting mountain goats and building rocky castles. They never ever thought that anything could happen to the rocky abode that they had come to love so much. But a day came and a group of geographers visited their village. They...