tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61556647291250515382024-03-19T04:04:36.840-07:00Above AllWhen its all been said and done....Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-85083841779684151212018-09-27T04:05:00.001-07:002018-09-27T04:20:38.422-07:00Newness!!<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">When we first moved here, I kept going back to the old place for one reason or the other. I would give myself reasons to go there. I just didn’t want to completely move from the area. I would run there to do my hair, to the laundry man, to the market, everything. I was not even ready to explore the new environment. I didn’t want to. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As you must have guessed this would end, I got tired. I got weary from driving miles for every little thing. It wasn’t feasible on every level. If I went on that way, I would burn out in no time. I needed to chill. I needed some rest. But listen guys, I find that there really is no real rest in this world, but in God. Leaning into Him is always the lasting solution to my unrest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">So then, no one needed to tell me. Slowly but surely, I started to try out new adventures around my new neighbourhood and I am finding now that I have been missing out so many amazing stuff here. I’m not totally over our old area</span><span style="font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 12pt;"> yet but I am open to trying out everything here now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Don’t I just sound like some of us when we first accept our free gift of Salvation? When we first hand the controls of our lives over to God? Surely it’s a better place to be, because someone else gets to do all the work. Indeed, it should be a more enjoyable ride of life (By the way, I always prefer being chauffeured, but by reliable chauffeurs!). But no, we won’t mind some of that old juice. We don’t mind being part of a gossip here, or some snitching there.. Or oh, just a little booze. Let’s say a one-night stand instead of long-term mistresses? How about wild partying every once in a while? We resist embracing our salvation fully but instead, keep clinging onto the old. Here a little, there a little. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Ironically though, we are unaware of the abundance of our riches in God, because we do not even try to settle in and explore.</span></div>
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Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-3963229535862035632018-03-12T02:49:00.000-07:002018-03-12T02:54:12.975-07:00Thank You!!!<pre style="background-color: white; color: #26282a; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></pre>
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<pre style="background-color: white; color: #26282a; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I walked to my desk one morning and found this gift and card in the picture lying there, waiting for me. I got excited and very curious. I took a quick peek into the gift bag then grabbed the card and tore it open. I couldn't help the big smile that found it's way from the warmest part of my heart, right to my face. It felt so good that she came back to say thank you, in such a thoughtful way; even though she didn't have to.. </span></pre>
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<pre style="background-color: white; color: #26282a; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The gift was from a fellow colleague. One I love dearly, because of her loyalty and proper nature. All I did was put in a good word for her somewhere. Had she said thank you before now? Half a dozen times at least! But no, it wasn't enough yet...she had to do something deliberate and memorable to express her gratitude. Bless her dear heart.
I didn't think she needed to buy me a gift to say thank you, but I did feel good that she went the extra mile. The content of the gift bag isn't even the slightest bit important here. What counts is that she remembered to come back to give quality thanks...
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<pre style="background-color: white; color: #26282a; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This gesture both touched me and taught me something profound. A simple thank you is usually good enough, but one backed with an offering leaves a more lasting impression.
Here's the thing; we were created to think and act like our Creator. God loves to be acknowledged and appreciated. He loves people who "remember". He loves thankful people. I daresay, he loves people who come bearing gifts... to give Him quality thanks.
<i>.......They shall not appear before the Lord empty-handed. Every man shall give as he is able, according to the blessing of the Lord your God that He has given you. Deutronomy 16:16 and 17</i>
Her gift did not exactly improve the quality of my life, but it left me feeling <b>so happy</b>. God doesn't need our gifts. But I reckon that he does know the difference between those who give Him thanks "well" and those who throw in casual Thank yous.
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</i>If I had another chance to do it all over again, well guess who would get my vote? Definitely this one who came back... this one who remembered, the one who gave quality thanks. </span></pre>
Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-14012611703413150142018-02-13T04:05:00.001-08:002018-02-13T04:05:54.395-08:00I AM....<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px;">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">When I hear my daughter say, "I am hungry." I immediately do the needful, because she has just declared that she is a certain way. </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt;">Without giving it too much thought, she is making a demand. She wants some food! And that she gets! Shortly after, she declares; "I am full". Another demand; Stop feeding me, or do not expect me to eat any more food! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I am” is the highest assurance of be-ing. The verb “am” is a helping verb and it means to be something. I am is an answer and it’s a statement of confirmation and affirmation. It is a state of the “now”; it puts every sentence in its present form. It represents a single being and demands trust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">I AM is GOD; The Alpha and Omega, The Rock of our salvation, El-Shaddai, Rapha, Ancient of Days, The Author and Finisher of Faith, Rock of ages, The one who knew us before we were conceived, Our EVER-PRESENT Help, The one who knows our tomorrows from our yesterdays, Majestic, Glorious, Enormous, Beautiful. He calls Himself The I AM THAT I AM (Exodus 3:14). What an assurance! HE IS, all the time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-23380406412658820352016-10-10T04:17:00.001-07:002016-10-11T01:00:08.030-07:00MY MOTHER<pre id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1475826338571_47964" style="-webkit-padding-start: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; max-width: 100%; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nguper please leave me..." And a few moments later, she breathed her last. The following days, weeks and months led to what I can describe as the darkest days of my life. Yet, my biggest testimony. The revelation of the depth of God's awesome love for me, his omnipresence and his purpose for my being.
I became aware of the strength within. Strength that was by no means my doing. Going by my own strength I was at point zero. I was at a point where I was hopeless. I mean how could I live life without my momma? I simply couldn't imagine that happening.
But alas! God came through and made his strength perfect in my weakness, just like he said he would. Every day, I found myself waking up and facing the day... up till this day.
I heard it all. Sometimes it was almost funny to see how people struggled to string words together to help us feel better. I am grateful for every one who reached out. Bless their dear hearts. But none of those did much to help the deep grief I was feeling I'm afraid. Only one thing worked; the words of my Father, the Almighty. I can never do good justice to the extent of peace and comfort that washed over my soul each time I heard or read God's word that period. I came alive. They brought me hope. Indeed they proved to be spirit and life..
Fastforward to life these days; The eyes of my understanding have greatly been opened. You see, I idolised my mum. And So did a lot of people around us. With her we just felt everything was perfect. She was such a rock. A solid pillar to say the least. I remember just up and leaving my job once, just because.... but hey, God is one jealous, big Daddy! He lets some things happen to remind us that it is He we should be looking up to. It is He we should be depending and leaning on like that. Not mummy, not any man. He has taught me that even without my mum, he is able to do it all... and by far exceed her human limitations!
Typically, I was so fond of dumping all my troubles on my mother and letting her sort them out for me. she always did. But well, I suddenly couldn't afford that luxury anymore could I? I had to grow up super fast. And it had to be spiritual, emotional and mental growth. Four years on now, I realise that indeed all things work together for the good of all those who love God and are called according to his purpose. I am a strong, dependable and focused woman to God's glory and what's more? I'm getting better because He's still working on me, in me and through me.
Are you grieving from the loss of someone special, disappointed for any reason, heartbroken, suicidal, at breaking point or at the verge of giving up? Look, hang in there. Believe me when I say there is still hope. Things will turn around soon enough. It may look like it's over, but it's not! God promises beauty for ashes and His word is so true! I am a living testimony.
In loving memory of my dear Mom, I'm putting up a part of this poem by Ann Taylor. To you it might be just another classic poem. But to me, it's far reaching and every word, every line, every verse, holds true for;
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<i>Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?My Mother.</i></div>
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<i>When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My Mother.</i></div>
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<i>Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.</i></div>
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<i>When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.</i></div>
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<i>Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay,
And fondly taught me how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.</i></div>
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<i>Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.</i></div>
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<i>Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
My Mother.</i></div>
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<i>And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me,
My Mother.</i></div>
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Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-26284972422124932962016-04-29T14:51:00.002-07:002016-04-29T14:51:40.894-07:00Shake off those mosquitoes! No one I know willingly tolerates mosquitoes. Those things are such nuisances. I don't know which part irritates me more. The annoying wing-wong sound they make around one's ears or their disrespectful audacity when they confidently perch on a full grown human's body and get to work. Some people don't realize it when they touch their bodies...The result of that is an actual piercing through the skin followed by blood suckling. Please tell me such people are fast asleep though! The thing is, depending on the type of mosquito, they don't just leave with your blood...They leave something behind. Next thing you know you're nursing malaria and going under the weather.<br />
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Some people are sensitive to even the most feathery touch; so as soon as the mosquito touches their skin they shake it off and off it goes. No harm done. They save themselves bumps from the bites and better yet malaria.<br />
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James 4:7 Resist the devil and he will flee.<br />
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Just as the mosquito hovers before it strikes, so does the devil. Mosquito coils, mosquito repellents, mosquito nets, antimalarial medications are a few out of the gazillion practices people in Nigeria use to resist those tiny beasts.<br />
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Similarly we must be on our guards always... The thief cometh not but for to steal, to kill and to destroy. John 10:10. Satan only takes away from you..If he gives anything at all, it's destruction. Sickness, poverty, addictions of any form, sin in general, fear, condemnation are all works of the devil... Shake them off as you would those mosquitoes, but this time, by the help of the holy spirit just as soon as they show up. Flee from all APPEARANCES of evil. 1 Thessalonians 5:22. Christ got us victory over all the listed and unlisted works of Satan. <br />
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While i dont mean to cheapen the subject, i couldnt help juxtaposing the two situations. Like mosquitoes, let's do everything we can to overcome Satan and his works. So then, don't embrace sickness, don't embrace your sinful addictions, resist poverty, overcome fear. Shake them off! Claim God's best for your life. Afterall, we are more than conquerors (Romans 8:37). We already have the victory through Christ. Stay in the word..stay in church always, you cannot do it on your own..as iron sharpeneth iron (Proverbs 27:17). <br />
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Resist the devil and he will flee...Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-61734957641581385052015-12-30T11:38:00.000-08:002015-12-30T11:45:01.910-08:00Worth it AllHere's my message of love for everyone who ever reads this. A simple gift for the season and for all time.<br />
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Heaven will be great! There is no chance that it will be anything short of that. Our minds, our eyes and imaginations can never in a million years quite grasp or comprehend its encompassing beauty and glory! Inexplicable beauty. <i>"<b>Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for those who love him." 1Cor.2:9</b>.</i><br />
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Streets of gold, streams and fountains of clear, flowing water, exquisite mansions, nature in its purest form, acres upon acres of beautiful landscaped land, radiant, bright, luminous lights flood those beautiful streets and never go out.<br />
Angels and saints of God all over the place, loved ones gone before us, no old people, no frail people, none sick! None weak! .. <i>"<b>And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any pain:for the former things have passed away." Rev 21:4.</i><br />
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Oh, lovely chants of Holy, Holy, Holy ring out endlessly over the throne of the Almighty. Laughter, love, peace, unity, and all things excellent. And, the very best of all; My Lord...My God...the Alpha, the Omega, the lamb who was slain that I may see this heaven; face to face at last, together forever!<br />
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Who wants to trade the beauty of this precious life to come for the useless distractions of this world? Whatever vices we struggle with, no matter for how long we might have been slaves to them,...the thoughts and anticipation of heaven are enough to make us let go..through Grace, by his spirit. I am floating in my world of avidness for heaven right now, too much to speak about the opposite end of it... Hellfire is nowhere anyone wants to be...that's all I care to say about that bottomless, extremely dark pit of doom. As we end the year and step into the new year, let us make an effort to LET GO.<br />
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Nothing is worth holding on to if there is a chance that it could deprive us of the beauty of heaven. Forgive everyone, love everyone, just don't do it if the Bible says don't, if it doesn't feel right, it probably isnt! Walk in the spirit.. "<i><b>But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh. For the flesh sets its desire against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; for these are in opposition to one another, so that you may not do the things that you please." <br />
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Happy new year from me to you! I pray that this blesses someone's dear heart. Lots and lots of loveNguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-39311479512327096972015-01-01T14:35:00.000-08:002015-01-01T14:35:39.680-08:00Love like no other....Time has passed. I have lost a mother, my mother. And I am a mother myself now. Glory to God! I can't tell you to what extent becoming a mum helped me heal. The dreams have finally stopped. The constant replay of the worst moments of my life have drastically reduced, the depression, the tears. I'm now positively distracted and occupied with taking care of my little miss.<br />
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You see, I love deeply. I love sincerely. When I love someone I love really hard, and boy, I have loads of loved ones! But I experienced a different level of love the minute I set my eyes on my daughter....<br />
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Gosh... that is what love is... unadulterated,stainless, pure, selfless. With her coming I've come to see things in a totally different way. Now I understand why my mum had no period of rest while she lived. Now I know why she did all she did. We didn't have the best life growing up, but mummy kept striving to make our lives better, to keep us happy. How nice it would have been to have had a chance to pamper her even a little bit in return. Alas, no such luck. But it's all good. When you can't change a situation you best not beat yourself up over it. Anyway,....<br />
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We've had tonnes of sleepless nights since we became parents. It's not easy in the least. It is not easy! But it's okay. For the sake of love.<br />
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When she's even slightly poorly, we do everything in our power to make her well again. We pray, make trips to the hospital, steam baths,etc. Just everything; All for love.<br />
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I want to see her in the best clothes. I would rather shop for her now than for anything else. God only knows how much of our finances go on her matter. But it's okay. . For the sake of love.<br />
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At the same time, we don't give her everything she wants. She likes to play with everything she shouldn't and she would cry when she's stopped. Seeing her cry isn't easy. Yet, it's for best as she could get hurt otherwise. So to keep her safe, she's better off crying all she wants now. Love.<br />
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I plan what my baby eats way ahead of time. I think about how best to balance up her meals for maximum nutrients. She shouldn't go hungry. Not my baby!<br />
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Yet I'm a mere human.<br />
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If you then who are evil (natural minded)know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your FATHER who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him? Matthew 7:11<br />
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Pray, and if nothing happens, pray some more! Sometimes we have to ask, ask and ask people we love and who love us for particular favours or things we want. Eventually, they give in, we get what we want. Especially if they will bring no harm to us at all.<br />
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What is that thing you need?<br />
What does the doctor's report say? <br />
What is it you're worried about?<br />
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See all the trouble we go through to keep our daughter happy. The love of God can be likened yet incomparable to what we feel for our children. Just like I fell in love with my daughter as soon as I saw her, Your heavenly father is crazy about you too. Right from before you were formed in your mother's womb. Jeremiah 1:5. <br />
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See him as your father. See it like this, just as you wouldn't hold back any good gifts from your children, he won't hold it back from you. Reach out with your hand of faith and get what is yours. Prosperity, health, children, a husband, a wife etc.<br />
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Similarly, he won't give you what you shouldn't have. My baby is clueless about the impending harm if she plays with wires or a pile of boxes etc. She'll only know and cry when it's too late. So I stop her. I prevent her from harm even though she isn't happy with me at the time.<br /><br />
He will hold back from you, that which isn't right for you. Just trust him.<br /><br />
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Settle these in your hearts. He wants you in the best clothes, cars, houses and jobs. He wants you alive and well. He wants you rich. He just wants you happy. He's your mother and your father. There's only good stuff in heaven, err... that's where God is. Remember? <br /><br />
Every good and every perfect gift is from above and comes down from the father of lights, with whom there is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. James 1:16.<br />
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He loves it when you call him FATHER. He loves it when you scoot over to him with your needs and problems. He wants you to cuddle up with him. He wants you to be his baby. He likes it when you act like what you are to him- a child- his child. <br /><br />
Then Jesus called to the disciples;"Let the little children come to me. Don't stop them! For the kingdom of God is for those who are like these children. Luke 18:16.<br />
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Ponder on the love of God this new year. That way, your faith will increase and you will get ALL the desires of your heart according to his will for you.<br />
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Trust him and see.<br /><br />
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Happy new year! <br />
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<br />Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-9095055613883713952011-11-26T07:41:00.001-08:002011-12-17T00:44:23.570-08:00New wine in old wineskin<img src="http://www.goenglish.com/GoEnglish_com_YouCantJudgeABookByItsCover.gif" /> Deji is undoubtedly the most popular boy around the school.
Everyone knows him. He is a kid with real special education needs and it will be so easy
to feel frustrated if you are put in the position of teaching him. This kid is
about eleven years old but still in year four and apart from being too old for
the class, his intellectual ability is somewhere around a 3year old. He is only
in the year four class because he is getting really big. He has a dedicated
teacher because, he is really disruptive.
As far as he is concerned whichever teacher stands in front of the class
to speak is talking rubbish cos it doesn't make sense to him. So he gets
bored and starts to disturb the whole class, one way or the other.<br />
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Deji has 3 younger siblings. The immediate younger brother Timmy
is also in year four, the class arm I work in. Timmy on the other hand is the
sweetest, calmest little boy. I feel like a few times I’ve noticed that Timmy
was a bit embarrassed by something Deji had done. Maybe bullied the little ones
on the playground, gave a loud fart in a silent crowd, burst into laughter for
no reason at all in the middle of the head teacher’s speech, or just shouting
in the loudest voice while we sang the school song and national anthem. The
list of what Deji can do at any time is endless. So, Timmy sometimes just shied
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People in school, teachers and students find ready
entertainment in Deji. There is always something to be amused about when it
came to him. So it was such surprise when on a certain day last week, the
weekly certificates for children’s performances both academic and behavioral
were being announced, Deji was called as the pupil of the week from his class.
The entire school who were obviously bored with clapping for the numerous
winners from different classes broke into a thunderous applaud… Deji??!!!! He
walked up proudly, took his certificate and the school did not stop clapping
for some good minutes. The pride in his eyes nearly brought tears to my eyes.</div>
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Later that same day, we had gone to the art studio to do
something with the kids and while they were lined up outside someone pointed
out a nicely done painting framed and hanging on the wall. It had Deji’s name
written in it. Deji did that painting.
The kids were all giving gasps of surprise. Just then, I looked beside me and
saw Timmy (Deji’s brother in my class). He shrugged and told his classmates “
Deji might look dumb but there are many things he can do well. You will be
surprised”. I looked at him and my heart melted. I was so touched. this little boy believed his brother had invaluable gifts nobody saw.</div>
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then. He made me ponder about how easily we human beings write each other
off. It just takes a bit of abnormality
for the world to see you as a hopeless case. Deji is a laugh for so many people
and the reason is clear. They all think that is all he is, nothing more. I
don’t think that’s how God will expect us to see Deji and many of such people
in the world. I think he’ll expect us to look beyond the infirmities,
abnormalities and packaging, like he did with Aaron. Each life is uniquely formed
by God. When we are born with normal brains and bodies, I think we have more
than we need to help those with special needs. It’s important that we help them
in every way possible especially in finding out what special gifts they have
cos they do have one, or some. Writing them off is the most unfair and unjust
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As cliché as this is, “DON’T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER”
should always lurk somewhere in the surface of our hearts. I think it will
help us look beyond the not so fantastic packaging of our brothers and sisters
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As I sang along in church last
sunday I suddenly couldn’t help meditating on the words of this song. I have
known and heard this song in Church since I was a kid, isn’t it just ironic
that I only decided to sing it as more than a song that day? If anyone had
looked at me at that point they might have thought I had an exaggerated
expression on my face when I was singing…. Lol. I can’t blame them though
because A). I was in a catholic church and we mostly wear straight faces while
in church, one can rarely tell how the next person feels in there. B) They were
probably singing that song for the one thousand and twentieth time so they were
probably bored and wondering what the heck I was doing. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, God please forgive me for
even thinking I would succeed at doing this but I literally began to count my
blessings. I began to feel a certain elation as though I was the most special
person the hall. I couldn’t understand why it was me getting all the good stuff. I’m the one who has my mom and
dad still in this world with me. The one who woke up hale and hearty, without a
headache, a tummy ache, or a cancerous lump somewhere today. I have never gone
hungry for lack of food cos God always provides. Even when it seemed like that
was going to happen, it never did. How come I was not born into one of those
war raging countries or in an area where they constantly live in fear of yet
another natural disaster? I thought of how many times he saved me from
accidents on road trips in spite of the numerous ones which had taken so many
people I know.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I thought of my friends who had
died, Elizabeth a dear friend, Fanen, Dorcas(God rest their souls) and so many other
young people. I thought of the fact that even though I won’t mind a new job
right now, I did have one now, then I pictured myself not having a job, broke
and hopeless. I thought about my eye sight, my ears, my legs, my hands, my
heart, my body, my skin and my pretty
face. The fact that I can work, like I have the ability to work also baffled
me, because millions of people cannot do things because of one disability or the
other. What a mighty God!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I thought about all the love I’m
surrounded by, the fact that I have people to love me and to love. I could not
think of a single moment when I felt O God, no one loves me. When I tried to
count all the people who love me, it was simply impossible. It is a blessing
oh! It went on and on and on till I found myself back where I started. There
was no point going on, it was totally aimless counting, it was infinite!! I was
indeed amazed at what the Lord had done. Ooopsie, and the mass was still on! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Take some time out to count your
blessings.. Perhaps you will take thanksgiving more seriously. If a man did a
quarter of the things God does for us, I bet we’ll lick his feet and suck up to
him in every way. Let’s be thankful and show God some gratitude even for the
littlest things. He deserves so much more than we’re giving. I know that some
of my blessings are your losses, things you wish for yet you don’t have. It’s
probably vice verse, cos I know that some of the things you are thanking God
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Peace and love.</span></div>Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-6867389899822726912011-11-03T06:52:00.000-07:002011-12-04T12:31:48.808-08:00THE WORD- THE TRUTH- THE LIFEAs I fed him the pap I had in a mug that morning the tears began to flow freely down my face. He looked so frail, he looked as if he was using the last ounce of his strength to open his mouth that day. It didn't look good. I had such a bad feeling about the situation. My sister looked at me and started to cry as well. I looked around the room to see if anybody felt the same way, someone older, someone I looked up to and whose intuition I could trust. My mum. she was still calm and very composed, but when she got up and said to my dad 'Dr lets talk outside', I knew she felt it too. I knew it was pretty bad. My heart sank....<br />
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My brother had been ill and had been in the hospital for the past one week. Everything we did in this one week obviously revolved around him. They told us he had malaria. Yet with each passing day, all we saw was him getting weaker and worse. He couldn't walk on his own, hardly ate anything, was quivering all the time....,it just did not look good.<br />
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Mind you, I was home on holiday this time and this happened in the last two weeks of my holiday. I desperately needed him to get well before it was time for me to go back to work. It'd be one of two things, me going back and not concentrating on anything, feeling sad and depressed or me not resuming when I should which would have been such a problem for me at work. 'Dear God', I prayed every time I was either driving to the hospital or back home there, 'Please heal him for us'. Yet he did not improve. Most of my friends were praying for him too (I believe). I will never forget how they always checked on me at the end of each day. That was the only time I would express how I felt, because amongst my family members I think we were too afraid to speak about it. Dear God, please bless them for me.<br />
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That was the day the decision was made to move him somewhere else. The devil filled my mind with so many negatives I tell you. "Well its too late to change hospitals anyway". "This looks hopeless". "There's hardly any life left in this chap". These are all the lies the devil filled me with and that's why I was crying already. And so when we began to get excuses from all the hospitals we thought we'd get immediate attention from,- 'all the beds are taken', 'hospital's undergoing renovation so we're off for now', I lost it. There was a convoy of about six cars filled with family members all either desperately praying or panicking. It happened when we finally got to the hospital where he would eventually get help.<br />
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As he was too weak at this point, he managed to ask for a wheel chair. GOsh, how I hate re-visit this scene. It would haunt me for days and I was not alone in this. <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYdbtVFlAxILG-ABgrvEAVZyA6XgWnjalWbA5CQQBk-5ZU9rx7BD82x39TlDZA2ZPT8bgYQbi0ejbBIMKNHNEfUv1_jjGxyg1fBY0JauNgI2QQIFPvJ_rlF37MtjjeAoysXTb6uY_tw4/s1600/sad+wom%253Ban.jpg" /><br />
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As he was brought out of the car, it seemed like he was hit by something which was blinding to his eyes. He began stretch so much and stiffen at the same time. He had a grip on a friend of his, the grip was so strong his friend's watch face actually shattered. His eyes kept moving up till the black part was all gone. He seemed to be dying..... The devil was there all the while, whispering to me, saying "this was the end". I remember the chaos, everyone screaming, wailing, calling his name and asking him to stay with us. Some people were praying. I was in shock. All of a sudden I realised I didn't have to listen to that wicked voice. I began to speak the word of the Lord and make declarations and commands.<br />
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**sigh***. All I can say is, it only got better from then. He spent another two weeks in hospital. Today, he is alive and strong and a testimony I could not help showing off. God is good!!!<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">HERE'S THE CATCH</span></i>: Life is full of ups and downs. The ride will definitely be bumpy down the road sometimes. The situation with my brother taught me something new. The devil will use every opportunity to lie to you. And trust me, he'll choose the times when you are most depressed, when you are at your lowest. You can make a choice; God and his word are truth and life on the other hand. I know that most times it is easier to give up. But dearest, that would be buying the devil's lies. Try to praise the Lord even in the darkest of situations, stormiest weathers and the most depressing times. Speak his word- the truth, stand upon his promises, give them back to him. God honours his own word more than anything else. And the devil is disarmed when the <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">WORD</span></i> is spoken in confidence.<br />
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SO............, rise above that situation today and choose the truth over the enemy's lies.<br />
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<br />Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-2847971885523962202011-09-20T07:55:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:29:33.264-07:00Soul search<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">How is it that I can be so consistent with a lot of things but still inconsistent with the issues that will determine the end point of my soul?</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Why do I jump out of bed as soon as the alarm goes off each day and dash straight into the bathroom without saying hi or thank you to the big Guy for fear of being late for work?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> Why do I forget to pray so many times yet I don't forget to send that text message every day?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> How is it that I'm terrified of my boss and careful not to get fired but not bothered that I can get fired from the gates of heaven and eternity on judgement day?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> Why do I jump up and down boldly in the club and shake my booty (pardon me) but I am suddenly immovable and reserved in the house of praise and prayer?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> Why do I think it is alright to feed my belly everyday while my spirit starves?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Why can I read a 500 page novel in two days yet I find it so hard to read the two or three pages of my devotional and bible each day?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> Why is it that I can be such an impulsive buyer of clothes and worldly things using up reasonable amount of money yet I am not that generous to the offering basket?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> Why is it that no matter how tired I feel, I wake up at 5 am to prepare for work, but on Sundays I feel so tired and lazy?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> Why do I never fail to keep an appointment with a fellow human being but I think its always okay to re-schedule my time with God.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> Why do I talk freely about many vain issues anywhere but not that bold when it comes to the things of God?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"> Why am I so careful not to hurt the next person's feelings yet its okay to hurt my maker over and over again?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Why does God love me so? Why is he so patient with me? Why does he stand by and watch me take advantage of his love every single day?</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Why do I worry so much about my physical being and give little thought to my soul? Why do I do the things I do? these questions have answers. Something, someone is behind all these wrongs, responsible for influencing my going in the opposite direction. He will not win. My Spirit has to come alive.. Lord give me strength.... </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">I wait.</span></i>Nguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-5305594866993865652011-08-16T06:20:00.000-07:002011-08-16T06:20:23.929-07:00Rise Again.....Oboi, what have i got myself into? This thing no easy oh but we will try. I have carried the attitude I always have towards all the journals I keep to my blog. I will fill it in one day and before I do again ehn, time would have passed and I would already have gotten the dates mixed up...lol. Thankfully though, dates wont matter much on this blog.<br />
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Ok, back to business. I remember the days of YWAP (Youths With A Purpose, a christian group) in my life. The days when I'd do just anything because of my love for God. I remember how excited I used to be in my heart on Fridays (our fellowship days). How I couldn't wait to fellowship with my friends, hear TY (our coordinator) talk to us about God and the walk to heaven. The joy and contentment I used to feel when people took the bold step of giving their lives to Jesus, in that little room of ours where we used to worship.<br />
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Its nostalgia I feel now, cos things are very very different now. All of a sudden from the fierceness of my passion for God and his things, I found myself in positions and places I had never been in before. Parties, boyfriend, wonderful friends, waka waka, etc. Before I knew it the things that used to be important to me became less and less important. I decided that I had been missing so much in life and began to enjoy myself thoroughly. Men, that was it oh, as I dont pretend I couldnt be here and there. TY used to tell us that we cannot be hot and cold at the same time. God will spit us out straight. Its in the Bible somewhere in Revelations. So I followed the crowd and I'm not proud of this at all.<br />
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I started withdrawing small small, missing YWAP meetings regularly. First I used to feel bad whenever I did, but gradually I didn't care anymore. I began to feel uncomfortable whenever I met the members of my fellowship. We just were no more on the same page. Be aware of the fact that I was the one who was uncomfortable. Why was I uncomfortable? Is it not a free country any more? Can't i do whatever I want again? You know darkness always hides when light appears. Light is always the bold and darkness has no place where light exists. Anyway sha, that's how I was always hiding away when they were close by. You can decide who was light and who was darkness.<br />
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It got so bad that I couldn't even pray anymore. I must tell you, that in the midst of all these, my heart never really was peaceful. I know how many times a particular friend (one with whom I backslid at the same period...lol) and I used to sit and talk about our present lifestyles and its implications. Yet we were having too much fun, no one could stop us -empty life. Thank God that I'm still alive. Thank God that I have not yet died and I have more opportunities still. I don't know what I'm still waiting for, God has been so patient and faithful.<br />
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God did not abandon me in spite of my foolishness. I never once forgot that he was looking all the while, painstakingly watching a soul that was rejoiced over in heaven on the day I got born again waste and slip away. Yet I did not stop. He watched me gradually give victory to the devil. Not once did he take his eyes off me. All those nights when we would party and end up in cars of some drunk dudes to take us to our houses or school and come to near accidents. What if that was it? What if that was my end? What would I say to him? How would I argue judgement to roast in hell for ever. How would I explain my throwing my chance of eternity away? hmm.... (sigh).<br />
So, today I am only too aware that I am not ready. It is no secret anymore that the time is near. As a matter of fact, my time might be closer than yours and vice versa. Look around, the people dying these days mostly no one expect at all. But they died anyway, without explanation. No need to ask any questions. All these things I have talked about, I haven't stopped. My spirit is more than willing for me to go back to my first love. But my flesh is still very weak. As far as I don't make a decision to give up all my worldly cravings I cannot fully be with him. God cannot be mocked. He is looking for true worshippers. People who will worship and revere him in spirit and in truth.<br />
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So why am I telling you guys all these? Honestly, I don't know oh. I just want to talk. But still, draw what you can from it. Let's encourage one another. You are not alone in your struggles. The enjoyment of this world is only but short-lived. Let's not get carried away by it. Why enjoy for 40, 50, 60 years only to be doomed forever? Love you all.<br />
Take the time to follow this link. I have sent it around before. I am doing it again. It might encourage you.<br />
http://www.divinerevelations.info/Documents/Prepare_to_meet_your_God/index.htmNguperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05037103644792752231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155664729125051538.post-54113684432170666872011-08-08T01:36:00.001-07:002011-08-08T01:36:11.093-07:00Intro......<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is the newest blogger around oh, still learning the ropes, pardon me. Welcome to my blog, my open diary, my voice.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, my name is Nguper Abeda, I'm from Nigeria and from Benue State to be precise.... Now you know where i got my good looks from abi? Lol!!! Its a joke, I'm not arrogant, dont worry. Anyway, my dad is Tiv while my mom is Idoma by tribe.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've got 5 siblings; four older and one younger than me. Thank God for them, I dont want to imagine how my life would be without them. Still very unbearable people sometimes sha- arrrrrrrggghhhhh!!!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm a teacher by qualification and profession.... Yes oh, i studied pre-primary and primary education in the university... cool stuff yeah? I know many of you don't think so, but it doesn't matter. Its all vanity in the end anyway. Doctor or teacher.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I was younger, people used to call me quiet, but I dont think I can be called that anymore. Something happened along the way (smiling). I am still a very calm person though and is very wary of anything that smells like trouble. I have the ability to remain calm in stormy weathers and I don't mean that literally. I proved this again very recently when i was hugely disappointed about something. People who knew about it showed more emotion than i did and when they saw me smiling they knew better than to stay gloomy....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can keep a grudge for a long time naturally, but now that I am learning to operate on another level,(dont worry you'll find out about that soon), I am learning to let things go very easily.... how refreshing!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I told you I now talk much these days. Let me take a break now. This is the briefest intro I could come up with. Is it dry? Is it good? Tell me now? What do you think?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Much love.</span><br />
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