EVER WONDERING MINDS (man meets God)

Dear man, Your strength is not in the muscles around your arms and thighs neither is it in your ability to lift a thousand reps of dumbbells. Your strength is not in the lifting of your chest against your opponent neither is it in the head boot you give in a fight. Your strength is not in your stature; huge or little neither is it in the ability to use your fist in defense. But; Your strength lies in the right decisions you take even when the odds are against you Your strength lies in your passion to succeed amidst every obstacle Your strength lies in the sincerity of your silence because it is golden NOTE I met Michael some few days ago, and unlike me, I was interested in knowing more about this guy. He is not one I will describe as a person with disability, though the world will label him disabled, neither is he someone I will describe as less privileged as oppose many of us out there who had the privileges of a middle class family. But

PATHS THAT TAUGHT LIFE Take me back to the old Paths, when Moms were at home. Dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And sisters got married BEFORE having children! Crime did not pay; Hard work did; And people knew the difference. Moms could cook; Dads would work; Children would behave... Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive; and children were polite. Women wore the dresses; and Men wore the trousers. Women looked like ladies;Men looked like gentlemen; and children looked decent. People loved the truth, and hated a lie; They came to church to get IN, Not to get OUT! Hymns sounded Godly; Sermons sounded helpful; Rejoicing sounded normal; and crying sounded sincere. Cursing was wicked; Drinking was evil; and divorce was unthinkable. We read the Bible in public; Prayed in school; And preached from house to house. To be called a Christian was worth living for; To be called a traitor was a shame! Sex was a p

BLA-BLA -BLA The world might not accept me It might say; I'm too tall or I'm too short I'm too fat or I'm too slim I'm too dark or I'm too fair I'm too quiet or I'm too loud I'm too hard-working or I'm too lazy I'm too intelligent or I'm too dull I'm too beautiful or I'm too ugly I'm too good or I'm too bad I'm too rich or I'm too poor I'm too fast or I'm too slow I'm too proud or I'm too humble I'm too honest or I'm too dishonest I'm too blessed or I'm too stressed So therefore Lord teach me to be who I am for you and not for the world. NOTE If you keep living life thinking you can shut or change the world, then I doubt you'll ever have peace in this life cause, there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop the world from talking. (Just do your quota and leave the rest) You've  got to filter the voices in the world because if y

DEAR DREAMER ( Your dreams can be your Reality) A sad feeling consumed him as saw his aged father sit outside his old  dilapitated house . His father had every potential of a modern day Gates but ended a dreamer. It made him have a deep thought for his future cause he didn't want to have the same end "A DREAMER".  So; He entered into his hut,shut the door made of straw and sat at a corner in the dark. He  cried out in a mild tone for he was tired of dreaming of when and of how. He knew he had a lot in him to be seen and felt though he didn't know how this courageous dreams would play out.  Yet with faith in his heart,  tears in his eyes and hope for his future, he picked  his pen and a piece of nicely cut paper. The youngster knew his ink will never fade out and a look at what he scribbles in that inconveniencing corner as he cried will be a constant reminder of what lies ahead of him so he penned down his courage ..... .....