• Good day everyone in the house !!!

    There is a new security threat out there. The first time I heard about it was a few months back when I travelled.

    Yesterday, I saw a victim who confirmed to me that it is now in Lagos and probably all over Nigeria.

    Summary is when your phone has issues and you want to take it for repairs, go with your own charging cable.

    Most, if not all, phone repairers, now buy a cable known as NSA OMG cable (looks like ordinary cable but it is a mini computer that can extract all your data and also extract your screen unlock codes, apps lock codes, OTPs, phone numbers, bvn, to say a few.

    You can look this cable up online. It is just like an ordinary charging cable.

    I saw it yesterday after a repairer was arrested with it.

    Please let us inform family, friends, and even our enemies.

    Let's educate our senior citizens, our elders, who may not be tech savvy. The times are hard, may we not lose our hard earned money to these bad eggs in Society.
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    Good day everyone in the house !!! There is a new security threat out there. The first time I heard about it was a few months back when I travelled. Yesterday, I saw a victim who confirmed to me that it is now in Lagos and probably all over Nigeria. Summary is when your phone has issues and you want to take it for repairs, go with your own charging cable. Most, if not all, phone repairers, now buy a cable known as NSA OMG cable (looks like ordinary cable but it is a mini computer that can extract all your data and also extract your screen unlock codes, apps lock codes, OTPs, phone numbers, bvn, to say a few. You can look this cable up online. It is just like an ordinary charging cable. I saw it yesterday after a repairer was arrested with it. Please let us inform family, friends, and even our enemies. Let's educate our senior citizens, our elders, who may not be tech savvy. The times are hard, may we not lose our hard earned money to these bad eggs in Society. Shared as copied.
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  • What make different or superior from others when the same thing happens to everyone
    What make different or superior from others when the same thing happens to everyone
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  • Good morning everyone today is the day everyone is waiting for . Let's raise and shine.
    Good morning everyone today is the day everyone is waiting for . Let's raise and shine.
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  • Unlock phone wahala

    t was a peaceful Saturday morning. Birds were singing, the sun was rising until Chike exploded down the street like a stol en okada

    His neighbours shouted, Chike, Are you running from ar m*ed ro bb*ers

    Breathless, Chike yelled, Worse, I forgot my phone it’s not locked. and it’s beside my wife

    Everyone gasped.

    One man shouted, Guy, increase your speed o. That woman go scroll to 2018 if you delay
    Ehee..men supporting men

    Chike didn’t wait for motivation. He jumped gutters like an Olympic athlete. He even ran past the local church choir rehearsing it is well at full speed.

    Rumour has it that by the time he reached home, his wife had already opened WhatsApp, scrolled past Good morning beautiful from Amaka, and was just about to open the photo album titled Business Documents which had no business in it

    If you love peace, lock your phone or train for a marathon
    Unlock phone wahala 🤣😀😁🤣 t was a peaceful Saturday morning. Birds were singing, the sun was rising until Chike exploded down the street like a stol en okada🤣🤣 His neighbours shouted, Chike, Are you running from ar m*ed ro bb*ers🤣🤣 Breathless, Chike yelled, Worse, I forgot my phone it’s not locked. and it’s beside my wife🤣🤣🤣 Everyone gasped. One man shouted, Guy, increase your speed o. That woman go scroll to 2018 if you delay🤣🤣 Ehee..men supporting men🤣🤣 Chike didn’t wait for motivation. He jumped gutters like an Olympic athlete. He even ran past the local church choir rehearsing it is well at full speed🤣. Rumour has it that by the time he reached home, his wife had already opened WhatsApp, scrolled past Good morning beautiful from Amaka, and was just about to open the photo album titled Business Documents which had no business in it🤣🤣😂 If you love peace, lock your phone or train for a marathon🤣🤣🤣🤣
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  • BEAUTY FROM THE ASHES
    Episode 6

    The women’s conference stretched across the week like a divine unfolding, each evening a sacred appointment that Amara hadn’t even known her soul had been craving. It wasn’t just a program; it was an invitation. An invitation to heal, to awaken and to breathe again.

    The first night had left her in tears. The speaker, a soft-spoken woman with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of a thousand stories, had shared her journey from despair to deliverance. Amara sat quietly in the third row, tears slipping down her cheeks as the words struck something deep, something raw within her. She wasn’t alone. Not in her pain. Not in her confusion. Not even in her silence.

    Every session after that peeled back another layer of pain, of pride, of fear. Like an onion shedding its skin, Amara found herself slowly unraveling. The masks she had worn for years...the brave wife, the silent sufferer, the spiritual martyr, began to fall. With every worship session, with every testimony, the walls she had so carefully constructed began to crack.

    Each night, she came home lighter. And each morning, she woke with a little more clarity. It was as if her heart was remembering how to feel again, how to hope.

    By Thursday, something inside her had shifted.

    That night’s message felt like it was delivered straight from the throne room of heaven to her wounded heart. The speaker, a fiery preacher with a voice that could calm storms or rouse an army, stood with authority and grace.

    She read from Isaiah 61:3:

    “…to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness…”

    The words echoed through the hall, soaking into the atmosphere like rain on dry soil.

    Amara closed her eyes and let them wash over her.

    Beauty for ashes.

    Joy for mourning.

    Praise for heaviness.

    She didn’t know when the tears had started, but they came in quiet streams, not of sorrow, but of release. For the first time in a long time, Amara allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, her story wasn’t over. That perhaps God hadn’t abandoned her in the wreckage of her marriage, but had been waiting in the wings for her to find the strength to choose.

    Later that evening, Amara sat in Chinwe’s cozy living room, cradling a warm mug of ginger tea. The lights were dim, the air fragrant with the scent of cinnamon and honey. Chinwe sat across from her, legs tucked under her on the couch, listening intently.

    “I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking for years,” Amara began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was so sure I was doing God’s will by marrying Eddy. Everyone said I was. And when things turned ugly, I thought... maybe this was my cross. Maybe I was supposed to endure it.”

    Chinwe reached out and gently took her hand. “Amara,” she said, her tone gentle but firm, “God never asks us to stay in darkness and call it faith. He’s not glorified by your suffering. He’s glorified by your healing, your wholeness, your courage.”

    Amara looked down, tears pooling again.

    “But how do I just walk away? I made vows. I kept hoping he’d change. I didn’t want to give up.”

    “Walking away from abuse isn’t giving up,” Chinwe replied. “It’s waking up. It’s choosing life. God is not a taskmaster. He’s your Father. And He loves you far too much to watch you slowly die in a house where your soul can’t breathe.”

    A long silence passed between them.

    “So what do I do now?” Amara finally asked, her voice cracking.

    Chinwe squeezed her hand. “You choose,” she said softly. “You choose light. You choose life. You choose you.”

    That night, Amara didn’t sleep much. She lay in her room, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the moments she had silenced herself for the sake of peace, all the prayers she had whispered in the darkness, asking God to change Eddy, to save their home. But something had shifted. She realized she had been praying for resurrection in a grave she was never meant to lie in.

    The next morning, the storm arrived.

    Eddy came home with a man and started raining abuses on Amara; " See this idiot! You think you can come from African part of Nigeria to outsmart me that came from American part of Nigeria?
    It's either you hand over the school to me, channel all income to my account or I make sure the school is closed down completely."
    Her children, all came out to watch helplessly as usual. As Amara was trying to explain to the man he came home with, Eddy rushed Amara and started pounding her, targeting her face and bragging that he must make sure Amara becomes useless to any other man in this life; "By the time I'm done with you, people would spit on you at sight"
    Eddy continued hitting Amara until she collapsed on the floor. The poor man that came to ask for money to feed his family couldn't help the situation. When Amara regained consciousness, she saw only her children crying and waking her up. She sent for Chinwe. Chinwe immediately and secretly arranged for a drop that took them to Divine Mercy Hospital. The doctor was furious and demanded for his presence. When he arrived, he pleaded with the doctor that it's devil's handwork. As soon as he sighted Amara's brother, he begged Amara not to tell her brother but mocked her immediately her brother left.

    It's already few days Amara returned from hospital. Pastor Dickson visited their house.
    Bro Eddy pls kindly tell your wife what you shared with me. Eddy hesitated. "Sister Amara, your husband impregnated a lady called Jacinta and asked her to keep the baby. Although the lady insisted he must furnish a flat for her otherwise she will terminate the pregnancy. He was mad against you because he was having a showdown financially and couldn't meet the lady's demands and you refused to hand your income over to him." Pastor Dickson explained.

    Amara was lost in thought...so this man wanted me dead because of women. She remembered how he was bashed by one of his customers when she visited at the hospital.
    "Eddy, were you not the one that that told me this woman gave up her 12month salaries for you to have an English machine?
    Why are you treating this woman as if she worths nothing?" Mrs Aleme queried
    "How dare her say no to my order, a woman that bends to urinate?
    She must hand over the school to me. My account must be used for all income!" he thundered.
    But she has left the factory for you. The woman reminded
    And then? Eddy persisted.

    To Be Continued

    What do you think that happened next?
    Find out in the next episode

    Pls encourage me with like, follow, comment and share. God bless you

    Grace Amarachi

    #teacherwritersingerlover
    #BeautyFromTheAshes #ChristianFiction #FaithAndResilience
    BEAUTY FROM THE ASHES Episode 6 The women’s conference stretched across the week like a divine unfolding, each evening a sacred appointment that Amara hadn’t even known her soul had been craving. It wasn’t just a program; it was an invitation. An invitation to heal, to awaken and to breathe again. The first night had left her in tears. The speaker, a soft-spoken woman with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of a thousand stories, had shared her journey from despair to deliverance. Amara sat quietly in the third row, tears slipping down her cheeks as the words struck something deep, something raw within her. She wasn’t alone. Not in her pain. Not in her confusion. Not even in her silence. Every session after that peeled back another layer of pain, of pride, of fear. Like an onion shedding its skin, Amara found herself slowly unraveling. The masks she had worn for years...the brave wife, the silent sufferer, the spiritual martyr, began to fall. With every worship session, with every testimony, the walls she had so carefully constructed began to crack. Each night, she came home lighter. And each morning, she woke with a little more clarity. It was as if her heart was remembering how to feel again, how to hope. By Thursday, something inside her had shifted. That night’s message felt like it was delivered straight from the throne room of heaven to her wounded heart. The speaker, a fiery preacher with a voice that could calm storms or rouse an army, stood with authority and grace. She read from Isaiah 61:3: “…to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness…” The words echoed through the hall, soaking into the atmosphere like rain on dry soil. Amara closed her eyes and let them wash over her. Beauty for ashes. Joy for mourning. Praise for heaviness. She didn’t know when the tears had started, but they came in quiet streams, not of sorrow, but of release. For the first time in a long time, Amara allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, her story wasn’t over. That perhaps God hadn’t abandoned her in the wreckage of her marriage, but had been waiting in the wings for her to find the strength to choose. Later that evening, Amara sat in Chinwe’s cozy living room, cradling a warm mug of ginger tea. The lights were dim, the air fragrant with the scent of cinnamon and honey. Chinwe sat across from her, legs tucked under her on the couch, listening intently. “I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking for years,” Amara began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was so sure I was doing God’s will by marrying Eddy. Everyone said I was. And when things turned ugly, I thought... maybe this was my cross. Maybe I was supposed to endure it.” Chinwe reached out and gently took her hand. “Amara,” she said, her tone gentle but firm, “God never asks us to stay in darkness and call it faith. He’s not glorified by your suffering. He’s glorified by your healing, your wholeness, your courage.” Amara looked down, tears pooling again. “But how do I just walk away? I made vows. I kept hoping he’d change. I didn’t want to give up.” “Walking away from abuse isn’t giving up,” Chinwe replied. “It’s waking up. It’s choosing life. God is not a taskmaster. He’s your Father. And He loves you far too much to watch you slowly die in a house where your soul can’t breathe.” A long silence passed between them. “So what do I do now?” Amara finally asked, her voice cracking. Chinwe squeezed her hand. “You choose,” she said softly. “You choose light. You choose life. You choose you.” That night, Amara didn’t sleep much. She lay in her room, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the moments she had silenced herself for the sake of peace, all the prayers she had whispered in the darkness, asking God to change Eddy, to save their home. But something had shifted. She realized she had been praying for resurrection in a grave she was never meant to lie in. The next morning, the storm arrived. Eddy came home with a man and started raining abuses on Amara; " See this idiot! You think you can come from African part of Nigeria to outsmart me that came from American part of Nigeria? It's either you hand over the school to me, channel all income to my account or I make sure the school is closed down completely." Her children, all came out to watch helplessly as usual. As Amara was trying to explain to the man he came home with, Eddy rushed Amara and started pounding her, targeting her face and bragging that he must make sure Amara becomes useless to any other man in this life; "By the time I'm done with you, people would spit on you at sight" Eddy continued hitting Amara until she collapsed on the floor. The poor man that came to ask for money to feed his family couldn't help the situation. When Amara regained consciousness, she saw only her children crying and waking her up. She sent for Chinwe. Chinwe immediately and secretly arranged for a drop that took them to Divine Mercy Hospital. The doctor was furious and demanded for his presence. When he arrived, he pleaded with the doctor that it's devil's handwork. As soon as he sighted Amara's brother, he begged Amara not to tell her brother but mocked her immediately her brother left. It's already few days Amara returned from hospital. Pastor Dickson visited their house. Bro Eddy pls kindly tell your wife what you shared with me. Eddy hesitated. "Sister Amara, your husband impregnated a lady called Jacinta and asked her to keep the baby. Although the lady insisted he must furnish a flat for her otherwise she will terminate the pregnancy. He was mad against you because he was having a showdown financially and couldn't meet the lady's demands and you refused to hand your income over to him." Pastor Dickson explained. Amara was lost in thought...so this man wanted me dead because of women. She remembered how he was bashed by one of his customers when she visited at the hospital. "Eddy, were you not the one that that told me this woman gave up her 12month salaries for you to have an English machine? Why are you treating this woman as if she worths nothing?" Mrs Aleme queried "How dare her say no to my order, a woman that bends to urinate? She must hand over the school to me. My account must be used for all income!" he thundered. But she has left the factory for you. The woman reminded And then? Eddy persisted. To Be Continued 🙏 What do you think that happened next? Find out in the next episode 🤔 Pls encourage me with like, follow, comment and share. God bless you 👏 ©️Grace Amarachi #teacherwritersingerlover #BeautyFromTheAshes #ChristianFiction #FaithAndResilience
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  • The grace of God that brings salvation has been revealed to everyone. It encourages us to reject unrighteousness and worldly desires, and to live in a disciplined, moral and godly way in this present time.
    The grace of God that brings salvation has been revealed to everyone. It encourages us to reject unrighteousness and worldly desires, and to live in a disciplined, moral and godly way in this present time.
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  • The grace of God that brings salvation has been revealed to everyone. It encourages us to reject unrighteousness and worldly desires, and to live in a disciplined, moral and godly way in this present time.
    The grace of God that brings salvation has been revealed to everyone. It encourages us to reject unrighteousness and worldly desires, and to live in a disciplined, moral and godly way in this present time.
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  • These inventions seem to be designed to replace natural wives, since they can do everything wives can do as well as bear children; the inevitable collision of nature and technology may be more catastrophic than our apriorism. However, in the homing decades or homing years if you wished, there could be a catastrophe of juxtaposition between the human exordium and biculturalism. Technologies these days seem to challenge the works of our CREATOR, THE ALMIGHTY GOD. The annihilations of our God's creations by this transient world would be the prelude of the coming of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for the final judgement for the people of this transient world! With the way this transient world creates artificial human beings to replace human beings and what humans do for a living, the wars all over this globe, these killings all over this globe, hatred all over this transient world, sins of all sorts all over this transient world, disunities in the families, disunities in the kindreds, disunities in the villages, disunities in the towns, disunities in the states, disunities in the nations, and disunities between the continents in this world; I would not hesitate to implore everyone who is breathing now to accept our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and confess his/her sins to our Almighty God. You have to do that and sin no-more and wait for the coming of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for the final judgement. It's only the righteous soul that will enter into the HEAVEN ! Share!
    These inventions seem to be designed to replace natural wives, since they can do everything wives can do as well as bear children; the inevitable collision of nature and technology may be more catastrophic than our apriorism. However, in the homing decades or homing years if you wished, there could be a catastrophe of juxtaposition between the human exordium and biculturalism. Technologies these days seem to challenge the works of our CREATOR, THE ALMIGHTY GOD. The annihilations of our God's creations by this transient world would be the prelude of the coming of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for the final judgement for the people of this transient world! With the way this transient world creates artificial human beings to replace human beings and what humans do for a living, the wars all over this globe, these killings all over this globe, hatred all over this transient world, sins of all sorts all over this transient world, disunities in the families, disunities in the kindreds, disunities in the villages, disunities in the towns, disunities in the states, disunities in the nations, and disunities between the continents in this world; I would not hesitate to implore everyone who is breathing now to accept our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and confess his/her sins to our Almighty God. You have to do that and sin no-more and wait for the coming of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for the final judgement. It's only the righteous soul that will enter into the HEAVEN 🙏! Share!
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  • “Everyone is attacking Peter Obi, while he worries about the good Nigerians”

    ~~ Amadi.
    “Everyone is attacking Peter Obi, while he worries about the good Nigerians” ~~ Amadi.
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  • Tears for Africa
    In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
    A continent's cry echoes through the day,
    Africa's heartbeat, strong and free,
    Yet bound by chains of poverty.

    From Sahara's sands to Cape's green shore,
    A story unfolds, of struggle and more,
    Of nations rising, of dreams unfulfilled,
    Of potential waiting, yet unskilled.

    In cities bustling, where lights ablaze,
    A different tale of Africa's gaze,
    Of progress made, of hope anew,
    Yet whispers of despair, in every hue.

    The drums of tradition, beat strong and free,
    A heritage rich, of history,
    Yet modernity's tide, brings change and strife,
    A balance sought, between past and life.

    The tears fall hard, for all unseen,
    For futures bright, yet unclean,
    For opportunities, lost and rare,
    For potential squandered, beyond repair.

    But still we hold, on to hope's thin thread,
    A glimmer of a brighter future spread,
    Of leaders rising, with vision grand,
    Of people uniting, hand in hand.

    The African dream, of unity and might,
    A future shining, where all take flight,
    Where children learn, and grow with glee,
    Where women thrive, and equality,
    Where men and women, in peace entwine,
    And Africa's story, is one divine.

    The tears we shed, are not in vain,
    For in our sorrow, a change will reign,
    A new dawn breaks, with promise true,
    For Africa's future, anew.

    Let us stand tall, and claim our right,
    To shape our destiny, and shine with all our might,
    Let us unite, and work as one,
    To build a brighter future, for everyone.

    In Africa's heart, a fire burns bright,
    A flame of hope, that guides through the night,
    A beacon of light, that shines so bold,
    A symbol of strength, that never grows old.

    The tears for Africa, will dry with time,
    As progress made, and hope entwine,
    A brighter future, will soon unfold,
    For Africa's children, young and old.
    Tears for Africa In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A continent's cry echoes through the day, Africa's heartbeat, strong and free, Yet bound by chains of poverty. From Sahara's sands to Cape's green shore, A story unfolds, of struggle and more, Of nations rising, of dreams unfulfilled, Of potential waiting, yet unskilled. In cities bustling, where lights ablaze, A different tale of Africa's gaze, Of progress made, of hope anew, Yet whispers of despair, in every hue. The drums of tradition, beat strong and free, A heritage rich, of history, Yet modernity's tide, brings change and strife, A balance sought, between past and life. The tears fall hard, for all unseen, For futures bright, yet unclean, For opportunities, lost and rare, For potential squandered, beyond repair. But still we hold, on to hope's thin thread, A glimmer of a brighter future spread, Of leaders rising, with vision grand, Of people uniting, hand in hand. The African dream, of unity and might, A future shining, where all take flight, Where children learn, and grow with glee, Where women thrive, and equality, Where men and women, in peace entwine, And Africa's story, is one divine. The tears we shed, are not in vain, For in our sorrow, a change will reign, A new dawn breaks, with promise true, For Africa's future, anew. Let us stand tall, and claim our right, To shape our destiny, and shine with all our might, Let us unite, and work as one, To build a brighter future, for everyone. In Africa's heart, a fire burns bright, A flame of hope, that guides through the night, A beacon of light, that shines so bold, A symbol of strength, that never grows old. The tears for Africa, will dry with time, As progress made, and hope entwine, A brighter future, will soon unfold, For Africa's children, young and old.
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  • Everyone can feel anxious sometimes, but people with anxiety disorders often experience fear and worry that is both intense and excessive.

    Anxiety disorders interfere with daily activities and can impair a person’s family, social and school or working life.

    Anxiety disorders are the world’s most common mental disorders, affecting 301 million people.

    Symptoms of anxiety disorders include:

    Excessive fear or worry.
    Trouble concentrating.
    Feeling irritable, tense or restless.
    Nausea or abdominal distress.
    Heart palpitations.
    Sweating, trembling or shaking.
    Trouble sleeping.
    A sense of impending danger, panic or doom.

    👩🏽‍💼 Symptoms often begin during childhood or adolescence and continue into adulthood. Girls and women are more likely to experience an anxiety disorder than boys and men.

    To help manage your symptoms of anxiety and promote your overall well-being, you can:

    1️⃣ Avoid or cut down on alcohol and don’t use illicit drugs.
    2️⃣ Exercise regularly, even if it’s just a short walk.
    3️⃣ Stick to regular eating and sleeping habits and eat a healthy diet.
    4️⃣ Learn relaxation techniques, such as slow breathing and progressive muscle relaxation.
    5️⃣ Develop the habit of mindfulness meditation.
    😨 Everyone can feel anxious sometimes, but people with anxiety disorders often experience fear and worry that is both intense and excessive. 🥺 Anxiety disorders interfere with daily activities and can impair a person’s family, social and school or working life. 👥 Anxiety disorders are the world’s most common mental disorders, affecting 301 million people. Symptoms of anxiety disorders include: ❤️‍🩹 Excessive fear or worry. ❤️‍🩹 Trouble concentrating. ❤️‍🩹 Feeling irritable, tense or restless. ❤️‍🩹 Nausea or abdominal distress. ❤️‍🩹 Heart palpitations. ❤️‍🩹 Sweating, trembling or shaking. ❤️‍🩹 Trouble sleeping. ❤️‍🩹 A sense of impending danger, panic or doom. 👩🏽‍💼 Symptoms often begin during childhood or adolescence and continue into adulthood. Girls and women are more likely to experience an anxiety disorder than boys and men. To help manage your symptoms of anxiety and promote your overall well-being, you can: 1️⃣ Avoid or cut down on alcohol and don’t use illicit drugs. 2️⃣ Exercise regularly, even if it’s just a short walk. 3️⃣ Stick to regular eating and sleeping habits and eat a healthy diet. 4️⃣ Learn relaxation techniques, such as slow breathing and progressive muscle relaxation. 5️⃣ Develop the habit of mindfulness meditation.
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  • BIG SECRETS IN MARRIAGE!

    Secret 1
    Everyone you marry has a weakness. Only God does not have a weakness. So if you focus on your spouse's weakness you can't get the best out of his strength.

    Secret 2
    Everyone has a dark history. No one is an angel. When you get married or you want to get married stop digging into someone's past. What matters most is the present life of your partner. Old things have passed away. Forgive and forget. Focus on the present and the future.

    Secret 3
    Every marriage has its own challenges. Marriage is not a bed of roses. Every good marriage has gone through its own test of blazing fire. True love proves in times of challenges. Fight for your marriage. Make up your mind to stay with your spouse in times of need. Remember the vow For better for worse. In sickness and in health be there.

    Secret 4
    Every marriage has different levels of success. Don't compare your marriage with any one else. We can never be equal. Some will be far, some behind. To avoid marriage stresses, be patient, work hard and with time your marriage dreams shall come true.

    Secret 5
    To get married is declaring war. When you get married you must declare war against enemies of marriage. Some enemies of marriage are:
    Ignorance
    Prayerlessness
    Unforgiveness
    Third party influence
    Stinginess
    Stubbornness
    Lack of love
    Rudeness
    Laziness
    Disrespect
    Cheating
    Be ready to fight to maintain your marriage zone.

    Secret 6
    There is no perfect marriage. There is no ready made marriage. Marriage is hard work. Volunteer yourself to work daily on it. Marriage is like a car that needs proper maintenance and proper service. If this is not done it will break down somewhere exposing the owner to danger or some unhealthy circumstances. Let us not be careless about our marriages.

    Secret 7
    God cannot give you a complete person you desire. He gives you the person in the form of raw materials.
    BIG SECRETS IN MARRIAGE! Secret 1 Everyone you marry has a weakness. Only God does not have a weakness. So if you focus on your spouse's weakness you can't get the best out of his strength. Secret 2 Everyone has a dark history. No one is an angel. When you get married or you want to get married stop digging into someone's past. What matters most is the present life of your partner. Old things have passed away. Forgive and forget. Focus on the present and the future. Secret 3 Every marriage has its own challenges. Marriage is not a bed of roses. Every good marriage has gone through its own test of blazing fire. True love proves in times of challenges. Fight for your marriage. Make up your mind to stay with your spouse in times of need. Remember the vow For better for worse. In sickness and in health be there. Secret 4 Every marriage has different levels of success. Don't compare your marriage with any one else. We can never be equal. Some will be far, some behind. To avoid marriage stresses, be patient, work hard and with time your marriage dreams shall come true. Secret 5 To get married is declaring war. When you get married you must declare war against enemies of marriage. Some enemies of marriage are: Ignorance Prayerlessness Unforgiveness Third party influence Stinginess Stubbornness Lack of love Rudeness Laziness Disrespect Cheating Be ready to fight to maintain your marriage zone. Secret 6 There is no perfect marriage. There is no ready made marriage. Marriage is hard work. Volunteer yourself to work daily on it. Marriage is like a car that needs proper maintenance and proper service. If this is not done it will break down somewhere exposing the owner to danger or some unhealthy circumstances. Let us not be careless about our marriages. Secret 7 God cannot give you a complete person you desire. He gives you the person in the form of raw materials.
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