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Your Life is Not Disposable Dear father, in the noble journey of sacrifice and responsibility, it’s easy to forget that you, too, deserve care. You wake up daily with the weight of provision, protection, and leadership on your shoulders—and many times, you carry it without complaint. But let this be a gentle reminder: your life is not just a tool for everyone else’s comfort. You are not a machine. You are a human being, deeply loved, needed, and worthy of rest, joy, and renewal. Taking care of yourself isn’t selfish—it’s wise. It’s what ensures you can continue to be strong for those who count on you. Your health matters. Your peace matters. And yes—you matter. Stay alive, stay well, and remember: your presence is a blessing that no one else can replace. Happy Father’s Day. #HAPPINESS #AWESOMEGOD

CONFESSION FOR THE NEW WEEK!!! O God My Father, as I step into this new week, I place my trust in You. I acknowledge that You are the Creator of all things, and You have perfect plans for my life. I release any fear or anxiety that may have been holding me back, knowing that You are my protector and my provider. I declare that this week will be filled with Your wisdom, peace, and favour. Every challenge I face will be an opportunity for growth, and I will overcome all obstacles with Your strength. I will be patient, kind, and loving to those around me, reflecting Your goodness in my words and actions. I declare that my mind is focused on Your truth, and my heart is open to hear Your voice. I will seek Your guidance in every decision I make, trusting that You will lead me along the right path. I speak blessings over my work, my relationships, and every area of my life, knowing that Your grace is sufficient for me. This week, I will be filled with joy and hope, for I know that You are with me every step of the way. I will not be discouraged, for You are my strength, and You hold my future in Your hands. I surrender my plans and desires to You, trusting that You will align them with Your will. I thank You for the strength to persevere and the courage to pursue my goals with faith. This week, I will walk in the fullness of Your peace, knowing that You are in control of all things. I commit this week to You, Lord, and I trust that You will work all things together for my good and Your glory." In Jesus mighty name. A sevenfold Amen "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths." — Proverbs 3:5-6

*Taqaballalahu minna wa minkum* ✨ 🤍 _May this Eid celebration 🎉 brings you and your loved ones abundant blessings, peace and happiness_. Eid Kabir to our Muslim brothers and sisters Abeg try mek my meat reach me 😜 #Knowledge #Makanaki

*Active on Nakupenda* *Day 40* 1. Esther Okeke 2. Adesola Adeniyi 3. Ngọzi Nnabuko 4. Godslove Reuben 5. Okey Chukwukelu 6. Padmoore Oguzie 7. Nnamdi Nnabuko 8. Sarah Okugbe 9. Olorunkemi Riliwan 10. Blessing Ochie 11. Glory Chiazor 12. Chidinma Udih 13. Precious Luke 14. Ezekiel Inyama 15. Josephine Ochus 16. Chinonyerem Ogbonna 17. Imaobong Ogbonna 18. Solomon Utom John 19. Olufaderomi Adediran 20. Gbemisola Awodiya 21. Zayyad Ishiaku 22. Asian Essien 23. Loveth Paul 24. Blessing Nwamoko 25. Ijeoma Jude Emmanuel 26. Emmanuel Ukiwe 27. Jennifer Chinenye 28. Chibuzo Eze 29. Mmesoma Mimi 30. Samuel Thomas 31. Magdalene Joel 32. Ruth Mathias 33. Glory Chiazor 34. Esther Ekpenyong 35. Peaakio Peace Akio #nakupenda #Discipline #kaindiko 😍

Good morning to us all, happy New Month with massive blessings to us all

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Pope Francis died on Monday aged 88, a day after making a much hoped-for appearance at Saint Peter’s Square on Easter Sunday, the Vatican said in a statement. #Finalblessings #Happiness

Happy new month lovelies May love continue to lead Bday Blessings bro Ub. Age with wealth #SpreadTheLove #Esther Sunday #Tizzy_luv

#Discipline #nakupenda SHE WAS 8 YEARS OLD WHEN THEY FORCED HER TO MARRY AN 80-YEAR-OLD MAN AND THIS HAPPENED She was only eight. She still played with dolls, still chased butterflies barefoot in the dusty yard, still slept with her head on her mother’s lap. Her name was Amina, and all she ever wanted was to go to school, eat sweets, and laugh with her younger brother. But one morning, her mother pulled her aside, eyes red, voice trembling. "You are to be married next week." Amina blinked. Married? She thought it meant putting on a pretty dress and playing bride, the way she did with her friends. She didn’t understand why her mother cried harder when she smiled and asked if there would be cake. Her father didn’t explain. He only said, “This will save us all.” The man—Alhaji Umar—was 80 years old, rich, with hands that shook and breath that smelled of bitterness. He had four wives already. The youngest was 40. Now he wanted a fifth, and he wanted Amina. Because her father owed him. Because her father was drowning in debt. Because no one in the village would dare refuse Alhaji Umar. The night before the wedding, Amina asked her mother if she’d be allowed to go back to school afterward. Her mother didn’t answer. She just held her tighter. And when the drums began the next morning, when the guests gathered to dance and eat and celebrate what they thought was a blessing, Amina sat in the middle of the room in a white dress too big for her tiny frame, not knowing she was being led into a nightmare. The marriage was celebrated with loud music. But the silence in Amina’s heart was louder. She didn’t cry during the ceremony. She didn’t cry when she was taken to his house. But she cried when he locked the room that night. She cried when he touched her tiny hand and called her his "new beginning." He didn’t hurt her—not yet. But his eyes did. They looked at her like she wasn’t a child. Like she was property. Days turned into weeks. She didn’t go to school again. She cleaned the house. She sat beside his bed. She listened when he ranted about how none of his sons respected him. She became a shadow in a palace she never asked for. And the worst part? No one came for her. Not her father. Not her mother. They had vanished into the silence of guilt. But one night, when the wind howled and the rain slapped the windows, Amina heard someone at the door. A stranger. Wet, tired, breathing heavily. He said he was Alhaji Umar’s grandson. A university student back from abroad. “Who are you?” he asked, staring at her with confusion. “Why are you wearing a wedding necklace?” “I’m his wife,” she whispered. The boy’s face went pale. That night changed everything. TO BE CONTINUED...

# FAVOUR # GODSUNSHINE13 #ATTENDENT IT'S A BLESSED SUNDAY THANKGOD FOR HIS BLESSINGS

Count Your Blessings As You Stand on God's Promises.

Bro, remove hate from your life. That s-h-i-t delays blessings.