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Time and Chance

“Guess what happened to me on my way here today”, George yelled at the top of his voice. He had barged into Femi’s living room without knocking.

“What happened? Is that the way to say hello, by the way?” Femi quizzed.

“I am sorry guy. Hello. I practically fled here to let you in on what I witnessed today. I thought it was best I came over and that’s why I didn’t bother putting a call through to you. I knew you would be home by now. At least I know you like the back of my hand”, George answered .

“Just tell me what happened already”. Femi was getting rather impatient with George over the suspense.

“You know that I am not good at guessing at all”, he continued.

“I saw Segun Abraham”, George said with brightened eyes. “Do you remember him?” he asked.

“Of course. How could I ever forget him. We were in the same class and he was always the talk of the lecturers because he was very dull academically. I think he ended up with a pass grade after two extra years”.

“Not anymore”, George blurted out as if he made to stop Femi from his evaluation of Segun.

“My friend, if you see the car I saw him riding today, you will faint.” George finally sat down. He had been standing since he got to Femi’s house.

“It was when I went to the vulcanizer beside NNPC fuel station on Awolowo way to fix that front tire that has been giving me problems that he parked beside me. I was even busy arguing with the vulcanizer who insisted that I pay one thousand Naira because of the extent of damage that the tyre had sustained when I saw the Range Rover park. I was just asking God when I would ever buy a car that expensive in my life when a familiar voice jerked me back to reality.”

“Segun had stood in front of me with his hands wide open while he called out my name. He was looking so tush; I could barely recognize him. I called out his name and he just pulled me into a tight hug before I could say anything more”, George narrated.

Before I could make one sentence, he went to the Range and opened the passenger door. A dark beautiful lady stepped out and he introduced her to me as his wife. He told her how he used to make several appointments with me for tutorials while we were in school. He mentioned an incidence where I was teaching him how to solve a particular equation problem and he had slept off and I discovered that he had when a drop of saliva had fallen on the book”. George shook his head wearily and then smiled. “Three of us laughed hysterically at Segun’s narration.”

“I mean, I almost disowned my car today; if not that he said he decided to stop when he saw me standing by my jalopy car”, George said as he threw his car key on the stool beside him.

“By the way, it was as if he read my mind and knew I was going to lie; so he, with his comment about me closing the boot of my car, screamed “Busted!” in my face.

Femi smiled as he moved over to the seat beside George.

“Cheer up bro”, Femi said as he parted George on the back.

“We all have our specific paths in life. There is no need for you to be this downcast. Time and Chance happens to everyone. We are nothing but pencils in the hands of the creator. It is good to desire the good stuff in life. But we must also always remember that all things work together for the good of those who love God because He is always watching out for them. He knows what’s good for you and the time that’s right for it.”

George kept nodding in affirmation as Femi spoke.

“You might not have all you want right now but God has evidently been good to you. You have a very supportive wife and two handsome boys. Your business is gradually blossoming and you are walking on the path to fulfilling your dreams as an entrepreneur. You have every reason to be grateful to God so stop comparing your life with others. Maintain your lane and always remember that good things sometimes take time”, Femi concluded.

“Thanks Bro”, George said. “That’s why I love you”, he added

“On the flip side, do you know it is possible that the car didn’t belong to Segun? Things are not always what they seem, you know. And you are here killing yourself over what’s probably not”.

They both laughed at Femi’s submission.

“I think the car’s his though. He gave me his business card and he is the MD of Convert, that popular PR company. Point taken though”.

Both men talked about the herdsmen issue and the forthcoming elections for a while  before George took his leave fully relieved of the burden he had come to Femi’s house with.

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Who Do You Let Into Your Ship?

 

While running my Master’s degree programme, I lived in one of the school hostels.

The block adjacent ours was occupied by some guys. There was a particular room on that block, where the occupants were always blasting music anytime there was electric power supply.

One day, I just started humming one of the songs that those guys used to play, which happened to be the one most common played by them at a time they weren’t even playing the song.

My room mate suddenly yelled out at me at the top of her voice. “Mama!” she shouted.

I looked lost as to the reason she called me out that way. She asked me if I knew the lyrics of the song I was gladly humming, to which I answered in the negative. She told me the lines prior the one I kept humming repeatedly and I was shocked at myself. She knew that I don’t listen to secular music so she was surprised that I was humming one.

The song practically diffused into my system because I kept hearing it even though it was against my will. I guess the soft spot was from the fact that the composer mentioned “Hallelujah” in one of the lines of the song.

My friend, be careful about your company.

If your friend is fond of lying, you might soon find yourself lying freely.

If your friend is extravagant, you might soon start living above your means in a bid to keep up with the tides.

People in your life will either have positive or negative effects on your life; there just must be an impact.

Some people will encourage you to draw closer to God while some will pull you farther away from Him.

Some people’s presence in your life will cost you far more than you can imagine. Such persons could be the loophole for affliction entering your life.

Some people will bring storms into your life (remember Jonah?) while others will bring calm and peace just like Jesus.

Prayerfully choose the people you allow into your space.

Choose the people you allow into the ship of your life CAREFULLY!

© OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD

 

Rebirth 3

“Your earned gift is a job in my company, Regale Insurance Plc.”

Fadeke’s eyes widened upon hearing that and repeatedly said “Thank you sir; Thank you so much sir”, joined by her mother; until Mr Smith said to her, “You earned it.”

“Immediately I saw you step out to the podium to give your valedictory speech, I had the strong impression that it would be a beautiful thing to have you join our team at Regale. And the appointment takes effect immediately. If you don’t mind, we can request that you are posted to Lagos State so that you can work at the company during your National Youth Service Corp programme”

“Wow! It has been my dream to work in insurance. I have secretly eyed Regale Insurance and wished I could work there but then I kept wondering how I could ever get such rare opportunity, considering the state of corruption in the country and how you have to know people that really matter and who have really long legs before you can get into certain important government parastatals or companies like Regale. This is totally a dream come true, sir.”

“Just look at how God connected me to the right person at the right place who was at the right place to favour me,” she said facing her mother who in turn drew her close to herself; welcoming her into a very warm hug and said to her, “You have made me proud indeed.”

Mrs Olanrewaju then turned her eyes upward and said, “Indeed you are faithful; Husband of the widow and Father of the fatherless.”

All this continued while some of Fadeke’s friends and passers-by who recognized her as the recipient of the best graduating student’s award congratulated her and some people requested to have her take pictures with them.

“You must hold a very important position at the company for you to have offered me a job with a tone of certainty”, Fadeke said to Mr Smith asked though she had a sudden feel of doubt about the possibility of truly getting the job.

“You See, mine is a story of grace. God can indeed lift you up from the dunghill and set you up as a king.” Fadeke and her mum nodded in agreement.

“God was really gracious to me and that is reason I decided that I would be a voice for the voiceless and be a hand to lift as many people as I can; especially hardworkers who only need resources or an open door to boomerang into their full potentials. I graduated top of my class from University of Ife and got employed by a leading bank almost immediately after graduation because someone did exactly what I am doing for you today for me too. I had attended an interview at the bank but I was not given the appointment because a member of the panel wanted his nephew given instead, even though he was not qualified for the position.”

“I had given up hope on that opportunity as it was not my first interview that yielded to fruit. But as God would have it, a higher authority on the p requested for the papers of all the applicants even after the panel had given their recommendations. He

“Though I had always dreamt about being my own boss, that seemed like a dream farfetched because my father was not a rich man neither did I have any rich relatives. We stayed in a single room self-contained apartment with my uncle until I got a job and I rented my own apartment and my father moved in with me. Then God brought my destiny helper my way; my angel. He blessed me with a supportive wife. I didn’t think that I stood any chance with her because of the wide disparity in our social classes but she agreed to marry me. She trusted me with a huge portion of her inheritance after we got married and that was the seed with which Regale Insurance was sown. Of course the rest is history. Today, I am the Chairman of the board of directors of the small company that was established some years back with a leap of faith”

“Wow! So you founded Regale? That is amazing sir”, Fadeke said.

At that point, Mr Smith’s phone rang and he excused himself in order to answer the phone. “That was my driver,” he said. “He called to find out where I was. As a matter of fact, we should leave any moment from now because I have an appointment later this evening and you know how Lagos traffic can be.”

You are a strong woman, Mrs Olanrewaju, he blotted out. You are obviously a very beautiful woman with very strong arms. It really must have been a huge task for you to have been able raise an amazing young lady like Fadeke. Thank you for standing in for my friend so well. It is evident you have done a great job raising her.”

“I know you must be eager to find out what the second gift is going to be. I am sponsoring your Masters degree program in any University outside the shores of Nigeria. I will ask my P. A to contact the company that organized my son’s admission and travel. And if you have a particular institution of interest, you can let me know as soon as you can.”

Both women’s mouths flew open. Fadeke fell to her knees as tears streamed down her cheeks and then managed to get the “Thank you sir”, out in a shaky voice. Mrs Olanrewaju showered endless prayers in Mr Smith alongside multiple ‘thank yous’.

“Please, stand up,” he said to Fadeke. It’s your day of joy and it wouldn’t be nice to have your eyes swollen in your photographs”, he continued as he helped her to her feet.

He raised his hand up to beckon on someone who walked briskly towards them. Fadeke and her mum never noticed there was someone waiting for him somewhere around. “Frank is my Personal Assistant”, he said as the young man arrived where they stood.

“Give me my card holder”, he said to the guy who handed him a fancy card holder. “Here’s my card”, he said as he handed Fadeke a business card. “In the meantime, let me have your number”, he said to Fadeke. Frank quickly brought out an iPad but Mr Smith asked him not to bother.

“This goes into my personal phone. She is my daughter and I will call her with my direct line so that she can save that too”.

Fadeke called out her number and I’m a matter of seconds, Fadeke’s phone rang. “I got it sir”, she said.

“Thank you so much Sir,” Fadeke and her mum chorused.

“God be praised!” Mr Smith replied. “I’ll be on my way now.

I have a request to make before you leave sir” Fadeke said.

Go on”, he replied.

©OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD

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Communicate and Take Dressing

I will like to share with you two incidences that occurred in my marriage; to let you know or further reiterate to you how important communication is in relationships and how you should react to sensitive issues when raised.

The first incidence: There was a lady who was really close to my husband. They’d been friends before my husband and I got married. I knew they were close pals but I observed their degree of closeness was deeper than I thought, after we got married. The lady is friendly, godly and all. I kinda liked that lady too and I would speak with her over the phone on some occasions. Even after we moved to another town and they didn’t have to see each other every day any more, the friendship was still strong.

But hey, I wasn’t feeling the closeness any longer.

This lady’s message would on many occasions be the first to come in in the morning and then she sometimes called at really odd hours at night; if you know what I mean. My spirit no longer agreed with that depth of friendship. I spoke to my husband about the uneasiness I was feeling. Yeah, just once. His reaction? He weaned himself from that relationship. He practically cut off communication with that lady such that I was the one that would ask after the lady to find out how she was doing and remind my husband about her birthday (because birthdays are really important to me); ask if he had wished her well but he would usually say, “No”. I thought it was an extreme measure taken by him but we discussed the issue and concluded it was better not to feed anything that could breed emotional infidelity.

 

The other incidence was about me:

One afternoon, after a few hours at work, my husband’s call came in and he said to me, “Why promise you would call back after your devotion at work and returned to the office, but didn’t?” I started arguing with him that I did as promised. He said it must have been in my dreams and then I told him to let me check my call log. I ended the call in order to check if I truly had called or not and I actually checked with the aim of getting proof that I was right all along but hey, I was maximally wrong. To my amazement, I really didn’t call him back.

He told me I had done the same thing some days before too and that was why he decided to call me out on the issue. Ha, me that I can call for Africa? I was overridden by my tight schedule at work that I didn’t even notice I hadn’t spoken to my husband for hours; quite unlike me.

I could have turned it on him that what was wrong with him calling back if I didn’t. But I didn’t. Instead, I took dressing.

Him raising the issue made me aware of what I was doing without even noticing it. And that put in me the consciousness of being alert in my spirit to keeping the communication lines open as we had always done.

I decided to share two instances so as to balance up the point I am trying to make.

You will notice that in both instances, we both took appropriate action in making the relationship move forward after the little hitches showed up on our way.

Instead of keeping your grievances stuck away in the corner of your heart, speak out about them. Voice out your concerns to your partner and lovingly try to resolve them.

When you are the one at the receiving end of the act that has caused the displeasure in your partner, please be totally objective about the issue raised. Don’t be quick to wash your hands off all guilt. Make sure you look inward and ascertain the areas you need to work on.

The purpose of communication is to ensure that your relationship is better afterwards.

It is not healthy to keep in your heart things you are not pleased with, when you should let your partner know. It will cause a build up of resentment towards your partner.

Neither is it good to form the habit of always shaking off all faults from yourself when your partner discusses with you issues that matter to them

On a final note, know that no issue should be regarded as too little or too big to talk about with your partner. Make sure to nip in the bud any tree of negativity trying to take root in your relationship, with all sense of promptness.

Shalom!

– OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD 

 

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WHY?

This year is still very young and it is my desire that you live it through to the best of your ability. If you must maximize the blessedness of life in each day, one question that should constantly be on your mind is, “WHY?”

Ask yourself,
“Why am I where I am or in the situation I am in right now?”
“Why should I take this job offer?”
“Why should I spend my savings on this machine?”
“Why should I buy this Aso Ebi?”
“Why should I follow my friend to the Mall?”
“Why should I marry this year?”
“Why should I start a business, or yet another?”
“Why should we have a functional family altar?”
“Why should we move house now?”
“Why should I change Church membership?”

Why? Why? Why?

Providing sincere answers to the ‘why’ question at every point as you journey on will give you clarity and direction.

. . . Here’s the key to you living an intentional life.

Have a great week!

– OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, Ph.D

Rebirth 2

Wait a minute, what is that your surname again?” Mr Smith asked, facing Fadeke.

“Olanrewaju, sir!” Fadeke answered with a broad smile on her face.

“That’s like a rhetorical question though,” Mr Smith said as he laughed out loud.

“I heard the name while you were being called out earlier to receive your award, in the hall. I knew a certain Olanrewaju back during my secondary school days. Even though I know very well that ‘Olanrewaju’ is not a name that can be pinned on a particular location in Yoruba land, I didn’t want to miss the chance of finding out if it was the same Olanrewaju that I knew then or another. That Olanrewaju and I have an important score to settle”, he said with another loud laugh.

“So, your Olanrewaju is from which town?” he asked.

“Okala in Oyo State sir,” Fadeke answered swiftly.

“Wait a minute, which secondary school did your husband attend?” Mr Smith asked, facing Mrs Olanrewaju.

“Franco Baptist Boys’ High School, Okala,” she said.

Mr Smith’s face brightened. “What set was he?” he asked.

“1978! He graduated from secondary school in 1981, after his school cert exams,” Fadeke’s mum answered.

“Hold it right there!” he said raising his palm out towards Mrs Olanrewaju. “This is getting really interesting,” said he, whisperingly.

Mrs Olanrewaju did not know what to make of his reaction. “Could it be that my husband had done this man wrong or something?” she thought; completely bewildered, with the smile on her face suddenly wiped off.

“O my God!” Mr Smith exclaimed. This jerked Mrs Olanrewaju back to reality.

“Don’t tell me that you are talking about Solomon Olayiwola Olanrewaju,” he quizzed.

“Yes, sir. That was my husband.” Mrs Olanrewaju replied.

“Wow! What a small world this really is. Solomon was my close pal during our secondary school days. As a matter of fact, his parents paid my school fees when we were in Form four because my mother was really sick and my father spent every dime of the proceeds from his farm on my mother’s treatment. Unfortunately, she died after a few months battling with the undiagnosed disease.”

“Eeyah!” Mrs Olanrewaju chipped in before Mr Smith continued.

“I could have missed a whole year of school if not for the Olanrewajus. That was a time my family was in dire need and they showed up for us. How can I ever forget such an amazing family? I slept over at there house for several days and I ate at the Olanrewajus’ several times during that period and even after the passing on of my mum. Mummy O, like we fondly referred to Solomon’s mum, would make delicious stews and soups for us every Sunday and Wednesday, after my mum died. All I had to do was boil rice or make eba, amala or yam to go with the soups, for my father and I.”

“Immediately after our final exams, I followed my uncle to Lagos, where I helped him at his shop. I was offered admission to study Accounting at the University of Ife, now Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile Ife,  the following year. Solomon and I wrote letters to each other consistently, monthly,  for about a year after I left for Lagos and then I received no more letters from him. I didn’t get to tell him I had gained admission into the University. I didn’t get to know if he had too, either.”

“I went back to look for his parents even though my father had moved to Lagos. So it was specifically to find clues to my friend’s whereabouts. I knew full well that Solomon must have moved on with his life too, but I decided to try anyway and I was told that they had relocated to an unknown destination after a fire disaster that destroyed Mr Olanrewaju’s entire farm and a subsequent flood that destroyed their house barely one week after the farm fire incidence. They had believed that a certain evil person(s) in the community was responsible for their predicament and therefore decided to move away without any farewells. It was at that point that I gave up on my search for my friend.”

“So you now see why I said I had scores to settle with Solomon Olanrewaju?” he said grinning. “It saddens my heart to know that he is dead though,” he said while he held a straight face.

“Solomon is the reason I am giving you, Fadeke, a second gift. You earned the first gift due to your excellent academic performance and that was my initial purpose of reaching out to you immediately the ceremony ended.”

“Your earned gift is. . .

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© OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD

Trade By Barter?

I was in a store to buy some cake baking ingredients sometime last year, and the store owner and her daughter, who obviously had just returned from school were acting a fun script while the store assistant picked out the stuff I requested for.

The daughter brought out twenty naira from her pocket saying that she wanted to buy a measure of milk from the milk her mother sold. She insisted that she was not selling to her, as the money she held in her hand could not pay the bill even though she already collected the money from the little girl. She went on to say that the twenty Naira was a payment for the milk she consumed in the morning, before leaving home for school.

Even though the mother later held her hand out with a piece of puffpuff which would have cost five or ten Naira, asking the girl to make do with that and without returning the money to the girl, I already drew out an important lesson from that incidence, before they started Scene 2.

I remembered that incidence today and I would like to share with you what was ministered to my heart that day, as I watched on.

It amuses me how some parents have turned their children into their ‘pension managers’. Some parents actually spend on their children as a form of ‘investment’ through which they expect some sort of returns in future.

Once their children begin to earn salaries, they practically demand that they begin remittance of the interest on their investment, not minding the fact that the child has probably not gained proper footing either. “It is my entitlement”, they say.

Please, where in Scripture does it say that parents should demand returns for their ‘investments’ on their children?

Here’s what I know from Scripture:
“Good people leave an inheritance to their grandchildren”. (Proverbs 13:22a NLT)

Don’t get me wrong, please. Children should cheerfully and joyfully give gifts to their parents once they are in a position to do so. I think it is just the right thing to do.

My point is for parents not to go around doing good for their children solely because they want a repayment. Some parents pressure their children so much that it stresses these children out. That is why some parents practically force their daughters to marry rich men so that they can get early returns for their ‘investments’ and in return making these ladies settle down with the wrong guys or even straining their children’s marriages due to their absurd demands.

Yes, to whom much is given, much is expected. But really, this is about the motive for giving in the first place.

I believe that we need to parent our children ‘as unto the Lord’, just like our Father in heaven takes care of us without any selfish motive.

If parents have this mentality, they will realize that they should also look out for their own future by having savings/investments, such that whatever the child brings later will only be an addendum to what they already have; not their only means of survival.

I pray that God will enlighten parents as to how to comport themselves in a way that is right and praiseworthy.

I would love to read your thoughts on this, in the comments section …

  • OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD

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False Health

 

During the course of my first year in the university, I fell ill and some of my roommates ‘dragged’ me to the University Health Centre for treatment (I didn’t want to go there).

I was told that I was down with malaria and was given some injections and because I had an exam the next day, I requested to be allowed to return to my hostel immediately and I was obliged.

How can I forget the speed with which I walked or was it ran till I got close to the hostel? Those who went with me had to run after me. The ailing one seemed to have more energy than those who were physically fine at the time. My roommates thought there was something wrong with me because I couldn’t even walk without help to the health center.

A few meters to my hostel, I sat into a culvert totally exhausted. I could not move again at that point. My friends caught up with me, panting from the compulsory exercise I had forced them to go through and they practically carried me to my bed in the hostel.

I remembered this incidence a while ago and I thought to share some lessons that were impressed on my heart as I smiled away, remembering that incidence…

There are two lessons…

  1. There are some people who go around doing “exploits” yet are totally void of any inner strength. Empty barrels they say, make the loudest noise. It is such an unwise thing to focus on expending energy probably because you wish to keep up appearances while you refuse to recharge as frequently as you should. While you help others out of their low estate, make sure that you take time out to focus on yourself too. Take cognisance of when you begin to run your life on reserve. Better still, make it a continuous/constant action to take time out for refreshing yourself. Else you reach a point in life where you have the appearance of being alive when you are actually completely dead and dry within.

  2. Don’t wear yourself out. Just like I expended all my energy because of the brisk action I had taken by running when it was evident that I wasn’t capable of doing so, you would wear yourself out if you are biting more than you can chew. You need to understand your capacity and walk within those limits. It is not about the quantity of work you put into life but the quality thereof. It has to be value over volume.

Got it?

  • OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD


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Reading is Key to Gaining Knowledge

When the Pharisees came to Jesus with the query about divorce, Jesus gave them an epic answer which keeps ringing in my brain always.

Jesus asked them, “Have you not read?” (Matthew 19:4)

OMG!

In order words, if you had read you would have known the answer to the question you are asking now.

You are where you are as a result of the kind of information you expose yourself too. It is not cool to spend all your time and money on stuff that benefit your body while leaving your mind untended.

Personally, I have written several books on different subject matters that will answer your questions on specific issues. Books serve as manuals to ease the burden on the ‘counselor’ to answer these same questions over and over again when you can easily grab a copy of a book in which the author has emptied his/her soul.

For instance, in my book BUILDING A BEAUTIFUL MARRIAGE I wrote about several aspects of married life.

I dedicated a chapter in the book to address husbands and another chapter the wives; on how to get the lovemaking aspect of your marriage enjoyable.

Did you know that there’s a scientific reason some wives don’t enjoy lovemaking in marriage?

You can find out what this is about, why this is so and what you can do about it in that book. Take it or leave it, lovemaking in marriage is VERY essential to the overall health of your marriage.

I wrote THE POLISHED SINGLE for single ladies and gentlemen; to help you maximise your single years and in turn prepare you for marriage if you decide to get married.

I have a complete manual for every woman who desires to live a balanced life — THE BEAUTIFUL BRANCH. I discussed extensively on issues that concern single women, wives, mothers, your career, you impacting your world and your spiritual growth and development.

My latest is a book that everyone should read- I AM A WOMAN (God’s definition of ME). It is a book that will fine tune your mindset about the female-man whether you are a man or woman.

I have 3 books written basically for your spiritual growth (WASHED, LIVE THE CHRIST LIFE & FOOD FOR YOUR SPIRIT).

Now that’s not all… I wrote one on parenting and I believe it will be a blessing to you if you haven’t read it. I am giving that one out FREE. It’s RAISING SEXUALLY PURE CHILDREN.

My greatest motivation for writing these books is love for people and that includes YOU!

Let me tell you free of charge, READING IS KEY TO GAINING KNOWLEDGE!

Seek knowledge with all zeal as if your life depended on it (your life depends on it anyway).

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BEYOND THE SURFACE


 

I was scrolling through Facebook News feed a while ago when I came across the beautiful picture of a beautiful woman, posted by one of my friends from way back. The picture had no caption and I had almost clicked on the LIKE button when I decided to read through the comments section first.

The comments all implied that the person in the picture had passed away because they were condolence messages to the person who had put up the post. I thought to myself what it would have meant for me to just have clicked the like or love button… Would it have meant that I loved that the person was bereaved or what exactly?????

You see, there is usually more to people than we can all see.

No one goes around with a ‘caption’ to his/her head announcing the struggles he/she is passing through in closet.

And this is reason I like to sometimes make excuses for people who act badly towards me. I am usually of the opinion that they might be dealing with some really tough situations hence their reactions.

They usually say that “First impressions last forever”. That could be true. But should we really judge people based on the first impressions only? I really do not think so. What if that first impression is induced by some nasty things they are going through at the moment?

In any case, this is my heart going out to everyone fighting a “private” battle. You know where and how much it hurts.

I can’t categorically say that i understand what you are going through. But my heart prays for you.

God sees your “midnight cries”. He knows the depth of your hurt/struggles and He is right there with you. He will never leave or forsake you.

He will come through for you at just the time He knows is just perfect.

If He is letting you go through what you are now, He will definitely bring you through it. And you will arrive safely at the other end of that river.

Cast all your cares on Him for He cares for you!

May the peace of God that passes all human reasoning be your portion Now and forever!

© OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD

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