Women with absent fathers often become beggars for love, safety, and security. It’s heartbreaking how deeply they invest themselves in others, hoping that their love will be returned, hoping to finally feel chosen, protected, and seen. They carry a silent ache—an invisible wound that whispers....Maybe if I give more, they’ll stay. Maybe if I’m good enough, they’ll love me. This voice doesn’t come from who they are today, but from the little girl inside them who kept looking out the window, waiting for someone who never came. Their love becomes a currency—they trade affection, loyalty, and even their own boundaries just to feel held. They over-give, over-function, and over-apologize, hoping that one day, someone will finally choose to stay without conditions. The absence of a father doesn’t just leave a physical void—it creates emotional gaps that women often try to fill with partners, friends, or even strangers. But what’s missing isn’t just a person—it’s the early belief that they are inherently worthy of love without having to earn it. She often becomes hyper-independent, saying she doesn’t need anyone. But behind that strength is exhaustion—from carrying her own pain, from pretending she’s okay, from surviving in a world that never taught her how to receive. When she finally does meet love, she may not know how to trust it. Her nervous system doesn’t recognize consistency. It feels foreign. Unsafe even. She might push it away before it has a chance to hold her. This woman is not broken. She is someone who has been asked to mother herself before she was ever truly mothered. She’s someone who has built a heart out of scars and silence. Healing for her doesn’t come from finding the perfect partner. It comes from finding herself. From meeting the little girl within and telling her, “You don’t have to beg anymore. You are already enough.” When a woman with an absent father begins to reclaim her worth, she stops performing for love and starts attracting it from a place of truth. Her healing isn’t just hers—it becomes a ripple that touches every generation after her. And maybe for the first time, she finally breathes deeply… not because someone stayed, but because she stopped abandoning herself. If you belong to this story, know that healing is possible. I’m here to help you on this journey—just reach out to me. - Abhikesh

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

IF YOU KEEP PICKING WRONG, READ THIS. 🧠💔 Choosing a partner is one of the most important decisions of your life. But many good women are making bad decisions because something deeper is influencing their choices. These are 5 things that can cause you to choose the wrong partner even when you’re praying, fasting, and “doing everything.” 📌 1. YOUR EMOTIONS The moment you feel something strong, you stop seeing clearly. You start making excuses to cover up red flags because you don't want to lose this thing you feel for him. If emotions are driving the car, wisdom is probably tied up in the boot. And that is exactly the case for many ladies. Your emotions are good and what makes you human, but you need to gain mastery over it else it will keep making you choose the wrong partners. 📌 2. UNMET NEEDS Some of the worst relationships you’ll ever enter are the ones you walk into with an empty cup. Because when you’re thirsty, even p0ison can look like water. When you have unmet needs, your definition and perception of love are altered, and you will confuse so many things for love. 📌 3. YOU’RE STILL IN YOUR FANTASY STAGE A lot of women fall in love with the idea of a man, not the reality of who he is. You picture a wedding with him, future kids, matching Ankara, and couple selfies… But you never stopped to ask: Is this man truly ready for what I’m praying for? Sometimes, you’re not choosing him - you’re choosing your hope. So as long as he matches the idea of the man you fantasize about, you intentionally close your eyes to other important things and hope that helps changes later. 📌 4. TRAUMA YOU HAVEN’T HEALED FROM Unhealed trauma can distort a lot. You’ll think you’re following your heart and even feel “peace” and use it as a confirmation…. But it’s your w0unds that are choosing for you because it has seen something “familiar”. Your nervous system isn’t looking for love… it’s looking for what it knows. And until you do the healing work, your past will keep hijacking your future. 📌 5. PRESSURE (FROM SOCIETY, FRIENDS, FAMILY OR EVEN YOURSELF) When you’re close to your 30s and people keep asking “when are you getting married?”, it messes with your peace. You start feeling like you’re behind. You lower your standards. You rush, settle, and pick out of fear. And the worst part? You start seeing the wrong person as “good enough” After all no one is perfect, right? All because you’re trying to meet a deadline. ========= For how long will you keep allowing your emotions to affect your relationship choices? What unmet need is influencing your choice? Is something from the past making you reject what is safe, good, and real? Then making you choose what isn't good for you? How about pressure to be married? Are you giving in already?

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 6 Grace sat by the window of her empty mansion, staring at the rain as it painted crooked lines down the glass. Three months had passed since the divorce. Three months of silence from her children. Three months of Michael’s unanswered calls piling up in her voicemail. The house was too big. Too quiet. She barely ate. Barely slept. The only person who still visited was Pastor Gideon. A knock at the door startled her. Pastor Gideon stood there, his smile wide, his eyes gleaming as they swept over her disheveled appearance—the unwashed hair, the wrinkled clothes, the dark circles under her eyes. "Sister Grace," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "You look... tired." Grace wrapped her arms around herself. "I haven’t been sleeping well." The pastor sighed, shaking his head sadly. "The devil is attacking your peace. But don’t worry—God has shown me how to help you." He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his grip just a little too tight. They sat in the living room; Grace curled into herself on the couch while the pastor paced like a preacher at the pulpit. "The church is building a new prayer retreat," he said, his voice swelling with false passion. "A holy place where broken souls like yours can find healing." Grace blinked up at him. "That sounds... nice." Pastor Gideon smiled. "It will be. But we need your help, Sister Grace. God has placed it on my heart to ask you for a seed offering." He pulled out a brochure with glossy pictures of the planned retreat—a grand building with marble floors and golden accents. Grace frowned. "How much?" The pastor’s grin widened. "Thirty million naira." Grace’s breath caught. That was more than half of what Michael had given her. But the pastor leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "This is your chance to buy back God’s favor, Grace. After everything—the divorce, your children abandoning you—don’t you want to be right with the Lord again?" Grace’s hands trembled. She thought of Sarah’s laughter. Michael’s arms around her. The family she threw away. Maybe... maybe this was her punishment. Maybe giving this money would fix things. She nodded slowly. Pastor Gideon’s eyes glinted. Two weeks later, he returned. This time, he arrived with a prayer group—three women from the church who circled Grace, laying hands on her, speaking in tongues. "You have a spiritual blockage," the pastor declared. "A curse from your past life is stopping your blessings!" Grace flinched as the women’s fingers pressed into her skin. "How... how do I break it?" she whispered. Pastor Gideon sighed, as if burdened by the weight of her sin. "It will require a mighty sacrifice. Twenty million naira. To cleanse your spirit." Grace’s stomach twisted. That was nearly all she had left. But the women nodded solemnly, their eyes wide with manufactured concern. "God is waiting for your obedience, Sister Grace," one murmured. Tears spilled down Grace’s cheeks. She wrote the check. A month passed. Grace’s account was almost empty. She hadn’t paid her electricity bill. The fridge was bare. The mansion felt like a tomb. When Pastor Gideon came again, she was sitting in the dark. "Sister Grace," he said, his voice oozing false sympathy. "You look worse." Grace didn’t answer. The pastor sat beside her, sighing heavily. "I’ve been praying for you. God has revealed the final step to your freedom." Grace turned hollow eyes toward him. "You must sell this house," he said. "And give the money to the church. It’s the last stronghold of your past life. As long as you live here, the devil will torment you." Grace’s lips parted in shock. This house was all she had left. But the pastor pressed on, his voice smooth as poison. "Your children left you, Grace. Michael abandoned you. But the church has stayed. I have stayed. Who else do you have?" Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps. No one. She had no one. The papers were signed. The house sold. Grace handed every penny to Pastor Gideon, her hands shaking. He smiled, patting her cheek like a child. "You’ve done well, Sister Grace. God is pleased." Then he left. And he never came back. Grace sat on the floor of a tiny, rented apartment, her back against the wall, staring at her phone. One missed call from Michael. One voicemail from Sarah. She couldn’t bring herself to listen. Outside, the rain fell harder. And for the first time, Grace realized the truth: She had been the prey all along. her bones clean. Now comes the hunger.......

Wounds take time to heal. When they are fresh they hurt. The deeper the wound, the stronger the pain. When they start healing, they sting. You have to take great care of them, address them, rest and be patient. While healing, it can happen that the wound opens up and causes pain all over again. But eventually it will heal. A scar will form, visible at the beginning but fading with every day that passes. I am here to remind you that this process does not only apply to physical wounds but to mental / emotional wounds as well. Do not be hard on yourself while recovering, my love. Healing wounds, especially deep ones, take so much time and effort. They will open up again, they will be painful and that is good - because it is proof that you are healing." — Annie's positivity — Artwork : Naya Ismael

*NEVER FORGET THIS…* While you were crying for that person, they were smiling with someone else. While you couldn’t sleep, they were peacefully sleeping beside another. While you were breaking inside waiting for a message, they were busy texting someone new. And they did all of this without guilt. No remorse. No second thought about the pain they left behind. The truth? Sometimes a “sorry” isn’t enough. In fact, sometimes people don’t feel sorry, they just feel sorry they got caught. They don’t regret hurting you, only that you found out. When you truly love someone, loyalty isn’t optional it’s automatic. It means respect behind their back and honesty to their face. Forgive if you can. But if you can’t, don’t. Because not everything deserves forgiveness. Not lies. Not betrayal. Not disrespect. Not infidelity. And if you need to cry, cry. But when you’re done, get up. Fix your crown. And move forward. Because the best revenge is healing quietly, fully, and without needing to hurt anyone back.

*💦 MAN and WATER* The temperature of water entering the *body determines the life span of a person*. Medical discovery that shocked the world: *Thirst!* Means pain and premature death? Author: Dr. F. Bateman A student of Alexander Fleming-Penicillin discoverer and Nobel laureate, Dr. Bateman devoted his life to the study of the healing properties of water. *Just two glasses of warm/hot water are all you need to relieve severe abdominal pain caused by stomach ulcers.* *He cured more than 3,000 patients with only warm water and no medicine.* *This book summarizes the author's decades of research results.* *1. He discovered that warm/hot water can heal:* *1. Heart disease and stroke: Because warm/hot water can dilute the blood, it can effectively prevent cardiovascular and cerebrovascular blockage.* *2. Osteoporosis: Because warm/hot water can make the growing bones stronger.* *3. Leukemia and lymphoma: Because warm/hot water can transport oxygen into cells, cancer cells are anaerobic.* *4. High blood pressure: Because warm/hot water is the best natural diuretic.* *5. Diabetes: Because warm/hot water can increase the content of tryptophan in the body.* *6. Insomnia: Because warm water can produce a natural sleep regulating substance - melatonin.* *7. Depression: Because warm water allows the body to increase the supply of serotonin in a natural way.* *Second, introduce the method of drinking warm/hot water:* *1. Drink water, not tea, drink 2~3 liters of water a day, drink it several times, not wait until you are thirsty to drink water.* *(1) Try to drink plain water instead of carbonated drinks and coffee.* *(2) Modern people, including most doctors, do not understand how important the role of "water" is in the human body.* *(3) Drugs can alleviate the condition, but they cannot cure the aging disease of the human body.* *(4) We will suddenly realize that the cause of many diseases is only the lack of water in the body.* *(5) The lack of water in the body has caused the disorder of water metabolism, and the physiological disorder has finally led to the occurrence of many diseases.* *2. Water is the source of life: The reason why people can grow on land is also because there is a complete set of water storage system in the body.* *(1) This system stores a large amount of water in the human body, accounting for about 75% of body weight.* *(2) Because of this, people can adapt to temporary water shortage in a short period of time.* *(3) At the same time, there is a drought management mechanism in the human body: when the human body is short of water, the water stored in the body is strictly allocated, and the most important organs receive sufficient water and the nutrients transported by the water first.* *(4) In the distribution of water, the brain is in an absolute priority.* *(5) The brain accounts for 1/50 of the weight of the human body, but it receives 18%-20% of the total blood circulation, and the proportion of water is the same.* *(6) When the body lacks water, the drought management mechanism must first ensure the vital organs, so other organs will be insufficiently hydrated.* *(7) At this time, they will send out an alarm signal, indicating that a certain part is short of water.* *3. The author has been practicing medicine for many years, and often encounters this situation: it is obviously a signal from the body that lacks water, and it is urgent to replenish water; but people use chemicals to deal with these signs of water shortage.* *Even more unfortunately, this error persists; the physical condition gradually develops and the dehydration becomes more and more complicated.* *3. Do not drink ice water.* *1. People pour water at 0°C into their stomach at 37°C, but the urine is hot, which is the temperature of the human body at 37°C.* *2. Who can turn 0°C ice water into 37°C urine?* *3. It is the spleen and stomach. After drinking ice-cold drinks, the spleen and stomach cannot stand it, so they draw the human essence (or vital energy) from the "kidney" and turn it into heat to 'cook' it to 37°C. Therefore, usinh up the human essence will make your kidneys weak.* *4. If you always love iced water, you must have kidney deficiency, which will affect your memory, and will also make you wheelchair-bound in your later years, with weakened bones...* *※The water temperature sent into your own body determines your lifespan.🌴*

"You’re not responsible for anyone else’s healing, and you can’t walk their path for them. You can love them, but you can’t save them, no matter how much your heart aches for their pain." (Tiny Buddha) In the journey of life, each soul carries their own trials and triumphs, walking a path uniquely their own. While you can extend love and support, you cannot carry the weight of another's healing process. Despite the ache in your heart for their struggles, genuine healing is a personal voyage that each must undertake independently. Your role is one of empathy and companionship, offering comfort and understanding, yet you cannot be the sole source of their salvation. Embrace the strength in simply being there, in lending an ear and a heart, recognizing that granting them the space to find their own inner light is often the most profound gift you can give.

The older I get, the more I realize… Healing is not a caption. Growth is not a loud announcement. And peace? Peace is expensive. But this is what I now know — deeply: 👇🏽 • “No” is a full sentence. Not “No because…” Not “No, I hope you understand.” Just No. And that’s enough. • Being unbothered is a skill. It’s not pride. It’s protection. You can’t afford to drain yourself proving points to people who were never listening. • Silence is a response. The more you heal, the less you speak. You realize energy speaks louder than grammar. • Most “urgent” things can wait. You don’t need to jump for every buzz, ping, or fake emergency. Your nervous system wasn’t made to be everybody’s responder. • Respect > Attention. Attention is cheap. Respect is earned. And sometimes the loudest person in the room is the most ignored. • Apologies without action are manipulation. If they don’t change, they’re not sorry. They’re rehearsing. • Movement is medicine. You don’t need a gym. You need to walk. Stretch. Move. You’re one good sweat away from clarity. • You’re not for everyone — and that’s fine. Some people will never get it. Never get you. Let them stay confused. You don’t need to be understandable to be valid. This is the era of calm power. Less noise. More presence. Less talking. More doing. Less sugar. More stamina. Less pretending. More protection. If you’re feeling this shift… stay in it. It means you’re evolving.

The woman you were when you had to survive was a force of nature. She did what needed to be done—no matter the cost. She built walls, armored her heart, and carried burdens no one even guessed she was holding. She learned how to hide her pain behind a smile, how to steady her voice when the world tried to shake her, and how to keep putting one foot in front of the other when the ground felt like it was crumbling. You were the storm and the shelter at the same time. You found strength in places you didn’t know existed. You became tough, sharp, unbreakable—because you had to be. No one else saw the battles you fought in the dark, the times you cried in silence, the nights you wondered if you could keep going. That woman was a survivor, and she deserves your deepest respect. She is the reason you’re here today. She is the reason you made it through. But survival is not the same as living. Those days required a certain kind of grit, a toughness that got you through the worst, but also left you exhausted, wary, and always bracing for the next blow. You were always on guard, scanning every room for danger, expecting every kindness to disappear, and believing peace was just a pause before the next storm. Your heart became a fortress, your mind a battlefield, your soul a soldier. You survived because you had no other choice. But hear this truth: you are not in that place anymore. You have crossed the rough seas and made it to new shores. The air is different now, the sky is clearer, the world is not as cold and hostile as it once felt. You are not the hunted anymore. You are the leader, the creator, the woman who owns her story. You don’t have to live in survival mode any longer. You don’t have to flinch at every sound, tense up at every touch, or question every moment of peace. You are allowed to let your shoulders drop, to unclench your fists, to breathe deeply and freely, and to believe in safety. You have earned the right to rest. Rest is not weakness. Gentleness is not surrender. You can let your heart soften now. You can let your guard down—not because the world has stopped spinning, but because you have become wise enough to choose who gets close, strong enough to walk away from what hurts, and brave enough to trust yourself. You are smarter now, not just because you survived, but because you learned. Survival taught you resilience, but healing will teach you joy. You are allowed to step out of the armor that once saved you, and into the light that now calls you forward. You are not that scared girl anymore. You are a woman who knows her power. You are a woman who can stand in a room and hold her own, not out of fear, but out of confidence. You are a woman who leads with both heart and mind, who knows when to be fierce and when to be gentle. You are allowed to love again, to trust again, to hope again. The world may never be perfect, but you are not here to be small or afraid. You are here to live fiercely, to love boldly, and to lead without apology. Let go of the need to control every outcome. Let go of the belief that you always have to be tough. Let the world see your softness, your laughter, your vulnerability. These are not weaknesses—they are the marks of a woman who has survived and chosen to thrive. The version of you that survived was a masterpiece of strength. But the version of you that leads is a masterpiece of wisdom. She knows when to fight and when to rest, when to speak and when to listen, when to hold on and when to let go. You are allowed to change. You are allowed to become more than what your past demanded. You are allowed to shape your life, not out of fear, but out of possibility. You are allowed to rise. Do not be afraid of your own growth. Do not apologize for your healing. Do not shrink to fit an old story. The world is waiting for the woman who is not just a survivor, but a creator, a leader, a light for others still finding their way. It’s time to step into your new power. It’s time to lead with the lessons you’ve earned, to love with the depth you’ve discovered, and to live with the freedom you’ve fought for. You are not bound to the woman who only knew how to survive. She is part of your story, but she is not the whole story. You are allowed to outgrow her, to thank her, and to let her rest. This is your season to live. To lead. To become the woman, you always dreamed you could be—not just a survivor, but a force. Not just a fighter, but a builder. Not just a protector, but a creator of a life worth living. You are not just here; you are fully alive. And that, after everything, is your greatest victory." ✍️Deep Feelings 🎨credit to the artist via Pinterest

📌Nourish Your Body with Nature's Bounty! 🌿🥗 💥Discover the Healing Power of Fruits 🫛and Veggies🥦: 1. Ginger supports digestive health and promotes gut well-being 🍵 2. Cucumber hydrates and soothes digestive issues 🥒 3. Eggplant benefits liver health and alleviates transit problems 🍆 4. Leek supports esophagus, intestine, and lung health 🥒 5. Pear regulates blood sugar, reduces inflammation, and supports pancreas health 🍐 6. Tomatoes protects heart health ❤️ 7. Cabbage & Cruciferous Veggies supports lung health, regeneration, and detoxification 🥬 8. Carrots supports eye health and immune function 🥕 9. Sweet Potatoes is rich in vitamins and minerals, supports healthy vision 🥔 10. Berries high in antioxidants, supports heart health and cognitive function 🍓 11. Spinach supports eye health, reduces inflammation, and promotes healthy bones 🌿 12. Avocado supports heart health, reduces inflammation, and promotes healthy digestion 🥑 13. Green Tea is high in antioxidants, supports heart health and weight loss ☕️ 14. Broccoli supports cancer prevention, heart health, and detoxification 🥦 15. Apples supports heart health, reduces inflammation, and promotes healthy digestion 🍎 16. Mushrooms supports immune function, reduces inflammation, and promotes healthy gut 🍄 17. Pumpkin supports immune function, reduces inflammation, and promotes healthy vision 🎃 18. Kale supports eye health, reduces inflammation, and promotes healthy bones 🥬 19. Oranges supports immune function, reduces inflammation, and promotes healthy skin 🍊 20. Turmeric reduces inflammation, supports heart health, and promotes healthy joints 💛 🪺Let Food Be Your Medicine! 🌟 💧Incorporate these foods into your diet to nourish your body and promote overall well-being! 🥗💚 💦Share Your Favorite Healthy Foods! 🥗 🙍What's your go-to fruit or veggie for staying healthy? Share with us!

Words I speak over myself. Say with me! “My health shall not fail My health continues to spring forth My organs work perfectly and remain in great shape My body is God’s temple and therefore, has no vacancy for sicknesses and diseases I have grace and wisdom to make healthy Choices. God renews my youth like that of the eagle My mind is sharp and alert. It experiences NO decline with time. I have presence of mind and clarity of thought and reason. My eyes shall not grow dim, nor will my natural force abate I declare that my body, in partnership with my spirit and soul, will fulfill my prophetic destiny. I withdraw any negative word or comment I have ever made about my health in the past. I cancel every negative word, diagnosis and prognosis given, spoken or written about my health. I shall not experience brief illness, terminal disease or adverse protracted health situation that results is sudden and untimely death. I shall live long and fulfil the length of my days - aging with grace. Today and always, I chose life and vitality. And because healing is the children’s bread and divine health is God’s will, I chose a life of SOUND HEALTH. This is my reality, and so it is. IN JESUS’ NAME.” “Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy.” psalm 107:2. "We, having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I believed, and therefore have I spoken; we also believe, and therefore speak”.2 Cor 4:13