Topic:
*DEFEATING HOUSEHOLD WICKEDNESS*

*Job 14:1* makes it very clear to us that this world is a world full of trouble. The second name for this world is trouble.
Some start their battles from the womb. Some start as young men and women. Some start at middle age. Some start at old age. The majority of these battles are being fuelled by enemies within.
Job 14:1 (KJV) says, ‘Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.”

The book of John gives the world another name. It says, “The whole world lieth in wickedness.”

That is, there is a big bed on which the whole world is lying, which is *wickedness.*
Wickedness is when you have done nobody harm, offended nobody, yet they are doing you harm. So this Job 14:1 tells us that this is a world of battles.

In the school of warfare, there are sixty categories of battles that men fight. You may be fighting your battles now; you may have started already, but it is good for you that is here to know that the devils that fought your parents will fight you. You may say, “But I am okay now.” No, they are just waiting for you to grow up so that you can be mature enough for them to fight you. So, everybody has a battle to fight.

*There is:*

• a battle called the rage of the wicked. They are raging against you; you do not need to commit any offence.

• the battle of the crying blood. You shed blood, probably through abortions, and the blood is now crying against you.

• the pursuing avenger, where you have done something wrong and the enemy is now pursuing you to avenge it.

• the wicked household.
• the battle called ‘the affliction of the righteous’, from which the Lord said that He will deliver you out of them all. Not the affliction of the sinner.

• the battle for destiny. Sometimes, when the destiny of somebody is announced in heaven, the enemy hears it and fights the person because of the destiny.
• the battle for fulfilment.
• the battle for relevance.
• The battle for wholeness (your health). A lot of people are battling this daily.
• The battle for your staff of bread. The enemy may be attacking your career.
• the battle for promotion. The enemy does not want you to be elevated. He wants to keep you where you are. Let your amen be sevenfold volcanic.

There is the battle:
• to enlarge your coast. For you to expand or enlarge what you are doing is a battle. You started your business from a kiosk or small shop. To now expand it to a bigger shop is a battle.
• against marriage. There is a great battle going on against marriages now, and I want you to understand this very well.
A man of God was flying to South Africa. There was a man beside him in the plane who was mumbling words, and it was as if he was praying. For a long time, he kept mumbling those words like a prayer. So the man of God was happy that a prayer warrior was beside him. When he stopped, the man of God said, “Oh, that is nice! I can see that you were praying here.” The man replied, “Yes”. Then the man of God asked, “What were you praying about?” He then replied that he was actually not praying; he was cursing marriages, especially Christian marriages. There is an attack on marriages.
• that is programmed. It waits for you to get to a level before pulling you down.
• of the yoke with unbelievers. When you want to bless whom God has cursed, you will have problems.
• of conspiracy in the heavenlies.
• of envious enemies. You have not done anything wrong; it is just out of pure envy.
• of vandalised destiny.
• called “Jonah syndrome”, which applies to many here. That is, God is giving you an assignment, but you are dodging it. That kind of battle – no deliverance or man of God can help you; you need to repent and do what God wants you to do.
• against the wasters. They wait for people to gather things and then waste them.
• against the emptiers. They wait for a person’s cup to be full and then empty it.
• against anti-prosperity powers. That is, the person can be alive and can be strong but cannot prosper.
• known as ‘the marine warfare’. As a matter of fact, many people’s benefits are inside the bank in the waters. And this is a very, very serious situation.

There is the:
• battle against children.
• mystery of strongholds.
• battle of closed doors.
• near-success syndrome battle.
• battle called “the embargo”.
• battle of environmental attacks.
• battle with the spirit of death and hell. If you come from a family where people are dying very young, this is the problem.
• battle of Star Hunters.
• battle of collective captivity.
• battle of dream criminals.
• the mystery of seduction.
• the battle of stagnancy.
• the battle of loneliness.
• the battle of territorial bondage.
• the battle of spiritual load upon the head.
• the battle of placental bondage.
• the battle from the palace, for those from royal families.
• character battle.
• ‘fighting the devil that fought your parents’ battle.
• the battle of covenants and curses. Curses have strong power, and this is a very serious matter.
• battle against the strongman.
• battle against attacks from the womb.
• battle of sexual pollution.
• altar attack, if you worship idols in your family.
• battle against polygamous witchcraft.
But then, it is only a counter battle that can deliver from all these.

*PRAYER POINTS:*

1. I plug my life into the resurrection power of the blood of Jesus.

2. Evil bank requesting for my blood; catch fire in the name of Jesus.
3. Every internal chain in my body, breaks, in the name of Jesus.
4. Every instrument of poison in my body, get out, in the name of Jesus.
5. (Pray these three hot times) O God, you are my God: arise, show it, in the name of Jesus.

God accepts our worship in jesus name amen

Accept our worship today oh Lord

HOW to worship Him? through love. He is to be worshipped as the one beloved dear than everything in this and the next life .

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Father receive this living sacrifice of praise, I am your worship.

THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
FINALE
The grand villa, once a gilded cage echoing with tension and Amanda’s venomous whispers, had transformed into a sanctuary bathed in golden light and the vibrant hum of genuine joy. The "Welcome Home" party wasn’t just for Jessica; it was a rebirth for the entire household. Paper lanterns, reminiscent of the secret baby shower but multiplied a hundredfold, adorned every archway and balcony, casting a warm, celebratory glow. Lush floral arrangements overflowing with crimson hibiscus, golden birds of paradise, and fragrant white jasmine replaced the sterile opulence. The air thrummed with the infectious rhythms of highlife music and the laughter of Scar’s men – no longer just guards, but an extended family sharing in their leader’s profound relief and happiness.
Jessica stood near the sweeping staircase, a vision in flowing ivory silk. The lingering shadows of fear and hardship were gone, replaced by a radiant serenity that seemed to emanate from her very core. She watched Scar move through the crowd, his usual intimidating presence softened into an almost boyish delight. He greeted his men with firm handshakes and claps on the back, his deep laughter ringing out freely, a sound many hadn’t heard in years. His eyes, however, constantly sought hers, anchoring himself in her presence. Every few minutes, he would weave his way back to her, his hand finding the small of her back, his lips brushing her temple, a silent, possessive reassurance. "Mine. Safe. Home."
Amidst the joyful chaos, Scar spotted Ghost standing near the open terrace doors, a quiet sentinel observing the celebration. Chioma was beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. Scar excused himself from a conversation and walked towards them, his expression turning solemn. The music seemed to fade slightly as he approached.
"Ghost," Scar said, his voice low and thick with emotion. He stopped before the man who had been a shadow, a weapon, and ultimately, a savior.
Ghost straightened, his usual impassive mask in place, but his eyes held a flicker of wariness.
Scar didn’t offer a handshake. Instead, he placed both hands firmly on Ghost’s shoulders, a gesture of profound respect and intimacy reserved for the closest of brothers-in-arms. He looked directly into Ghost’s eyes, his own dark gaze unwavering and sincere.
"Words are cheap," Scar began, his voice rough. "But they are all I have right now to express what can never truly be repaid." He paused, the weight of the past months heavy in the silence. "You saved her life. You saved *my son’s* life. When I was blind with rage, walking in darkness, you were the one who held the light. You saw the truth when I refused to. You risked everything – your position, your life, my wrath – to protect Jessica when I couldn’t, when I *failed* her." Scar’s voice cracked slightly. "You brought her back. You kept her safe. You gave me back…" He glanced towards Jessica, his eyes softening, "...everything."
He squeezed Ghost’s shoulders. "My gratitude isn't just for tonight. It’s a debt etched into my bones. You have my loyalty, Ghost, not as an employer, but as a brother. Now and always. Whatever you need, whenever you need it – it’s yours. Without question." He finally released him, stepping back slightly, but the intensity of his gaze remained. "Thank you. For Jessica. For my son. For my life."
Ghost, a man of few words, swallowed hard. The stoic mask fractured, revealing a depth of emotion rarely seen. He gave a single, sharp nod, his voice gruff when he finally spoke. "Just bringing you home to what matters, Boss. To *who* matters." He glanced at Chioma, a softness touching his eyes. "We did it together."
Chioma beamed, tears glistening. Scar nodded, the profound understanding passing between them. He clasped Ghost’s hand firmly this time. "Together," he echoed. The moment solidified a bond forged in fire, stronger than any empire.
Weeks later, the villa was hushed, filled with a different kind of anticipation – sacred and primal. Jessica labored not in a sterile hospital, but in the sun-drenched master suite Scar had transformed into a birthing sanctuary. Chioma, now officially Jessica’s sister and confidante, was her unwavering pillar, alongside a trusted midwife. Scar paced the adjoining sitting room like the lion he was, his usual composure shattered. Every muffled cry from Jessica sent a jolt of terror and helplessness through him. He heard William’s low murmur trying to offer reassurance, but the powerful kingpin was reduced to a bundle of raw nerves, praying to deities he’d long ignored.
Then, cutting through the tense silence, came a new sound – a strong, indignant wail. A sound that stopped Scar’s heart before setting it pounding with a frantic, overwhelming joy. The door opened. Chioma emerged, her face radiant, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Boss…" she whispered, her voice thick. "Come meet your son."
Scar moved as if in a dream, pushing past her into the room. The scent of blood and effort hung in the air, but it was eclipsed by something purer, sweeter. Jessica lay propped on pillows, exhausted but glowing, her face a picture of awestruck love. And in her arms, swaddled in soft white linen, was a tiny, perfect human being. A shock of dark hair, a button nose, and eyes screwed shut as he voiced his displeasure at the bright new world.
Scar approached slowly, his massive frame seeming too large, too clumsy for this fragile miracle. He sank to his knees beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the tiny face. Jessica smiled weakly, shifting slightly. "Sebastian… meet your son. Adebayo Sebastian Scar."
Tentatively, reverently, Scar reached out. His large, scarred hand, capable of such violence, trembled as he gently traced the curve of his son’s impossibly soft cheek. The baby’s cries subsided slightly, tiny fingers unfurling. As Scar’s fingertip brushed that miniature hand, the tiny fingers instinctively curled around it with surprising strength.
The dam broke. A single tear, then another, escaped Scar’s tightly shut eyes, tracing a path down his scarred cheek. A sob, raw and unexpected, ripped from his chest. He bowed his head, his forehead resting gently against Jessica’s arm beside the baby, his shoulders shaking silently. The fear, the rage, the betrayal, the relentless pursuit of power – it all dissolved in the face of this profound, terrifying love. He wept for the man he’d been, for the pain inflicted, for the miracle granted.
"He’s perfect," he choked out, lifting his tear-streaked face to look at Jessica, his eyes blazing with a love so fierce it stole her breath. He placed his other hand over hers where it cradled the baby’s head. "Both of you. My world." He leaned down, pressing the most tender kiss first on Jessica’s sweaty forehead, then on the downy head of his son. "I swear on my life," he whispered, his voice thick with conviction, his gaze locked on the tiny face, "I will protect you. Both of you. With every breath, every drop of blood. Nothing will ever harm you again. You are my heart. My sanctuary. My *everything*." The Lion of Lagos had found his true purpose, not in territory or fear, but in the fierce, unwavering protection of his pride
Four months later, Adebayo was a thriving bundle of energy, his dark eyes already holding a disconcerting echo of his father’s intensity, often softened by a gummy smile that could melt stone. Life settled into a blissful rhythm. Scar embraced fatherhood with a fierce, almost comical devotion, often found pacing the nursery at 3 AM with Adebayo asleep on his broad chest, or conducting business meetings via video call with the baby propped in a sling.
One quiet afternoon, Jessica found Scar in his study, engrossed in building a ridiculously complex block tower for Adebayo, who watched with rapt fascination. Sunlight streamed through the windows. Jessica sat beside him on the plush rug, leaning her head against his shoulder. "He’s getting so strong," she murmured, watching their son grab a block.
"He’s a Scar," Scar rumbled proudly, carefully adding another block. "Strength is in the blood."
Jessica took a deep breath, a secret smile playing on her lips. "Speaking of strength… and blood…" She reached into the pocket of her flowing dress and pulled out a small, familiar plastic stick. She placed it gently on the carpet beside the tower.
Scar froze, his hand hovering over the next block. His gaze snapped from the test to Jessica’s face, then back to the test. Two clear pink lines. His breath hitched. Understanding dawned, slow and then blindingly bright. He dropped the block, ignoring Adebayo’s startled gurgle. He turned fully to Jessica, his eyes wide, searching hers.
"Jessica?" His voice was barely a whisper, filled with disbelief and burgeoning hope.
She nodded, her smile widening, tears sparkling in her eyes. "Another little lion cub. Or maybe a lioness this time. Due in about seven months."
A roar of pure, unadulterated joy erupted from Scar, startling Adebayo, who blinked and then let out a delighted squeal. Scar swept Jessica into his arms, lifting her off the rug, spinning her gently despite her laughing protests. He buried his face in her neck, his laughter mingling with tears of profound gratitude. "Another chance," he breathed against her skin, setting her down but holding her close. "Another miracle. You give me everything, my lioness. Everything."
He kissed her then, deep and slow, pouring all his love, his relief, his awe into the touch. Later that night, after Adebayo was asleep, their reunion was a slow, tender exploration. It wasn't the frantic claiming of the past, nor the desperate passion after Amanda’s exposure. It was a celebration of life, of their enduring bond, of the future stretching bright before them. He worshipped her body, the subtle new curve taking shape beneath his hands, whispering promises against her skin, their movements a beautiful, synchronized dance of love and creation.
Adebayo was six months old, a sturdy, curious baby with his father’s intense gaze and his mother’s gentle smile, when Jessica walked down the aisle. Not in a cathedral, but at dawn on the private, white-sand beach of a secluded Seychelles island. The guests were few but deeply cherished: Her parents, beaming with pride and tearful joy; Chioma and Ghost, holding hands; William, Kola, Musa, and a handful of Scar’s most trusted men, now truly family.
Jessica wore not a traditional white gown, but a stunning creation of layered, whisper-thin ivory silk that flowed like water around her, subtly cinched beneath her breasts to accommodate the gentle swell of her second pregnancy. Her hair was woven with fragrant frangipani blossoms. She carried a simple bouquet of tropical white orchids.
Scar waited for her beneath a canopy woven with vibrant bougainvillea and seashells, barefoot in the sand, wearing crisp white linen trousers and an open-necked ivory shirt. He held Adebayo, dressed in a tiny linen suit, who stared wide-eyed at the ocean. But as Jessica approached, guided by her father, Scar’s gaze locked onto hers. The raw love, the fierce protectiveness, the awe he’d felt holding his son for the first time – it all shone in his eyes, amplified a thousandfold. Tears tracked freely down his face as she reached him.
The ceremony was simple, profound. They spoke vows not written by anyone else, but forged in the fires they’d walked through together. Jessica promised her strength, her unwavering love, and the sanctuary of her heart. Scar vowed his protection, his absolute fidelity, and his endless gratitude for the family she’d given him. He included Adebayo in his vows, promising to be his guide, and placed a gentle hand on Jessica’s belly, whispering a promise to the child yet to come. When they kissed, the rising sun painted them in gold, the turquoise waves their witness.
Their honeymoon wasn't just a vacation; it was a month-long immersion in peace, connection, and the simple joy of being a family. They spent mornings building sandcastles with a delighted Adebayo, afternoons napping in hammocks strung between palm trees, Scar’s hand resting possessively on Jessica’s growing bump. Evenings were spent sharing fresh seafood under the stars, Adebayo asleep in a sling against Scar’s chest, Jessica leaning against his shoulder. They talked – truly talked – about their fears, their hopes, their dreams for their children. They swam in crystal-clear lagoons, explored vibrant coral reefs, and simply existed in a bubble of love, far removed from the shadows of Lagos.
One moonlit night, after settling Adebayo in the villa’s nursery, Scar led Jessica back to the beach. He spread a blanket on the sand, the only sound the gentle sigh of the waves. He pulled her down beside him, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his hands cradling her belly. He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking out at the vast, star-strewn ocean.
"From the slums of Lagos," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble against her ear, "to the devil’s mistress… to my wife. My queen. The mother of my children." He kissed her temple. "My Jessica. My sanctuary."
Jessica leaned back into his embrace, covering his hands with hers on her belly, feeling the tiny flutter within. She looked up at the endless sky, then back at the sleeping villa where their son dreamed. "Our sanctuary, Sebastian," she whispered, turning her head to capture his lips in a tender kiss under the watchful moon. "Built together. Forged in fire. Found in love."
The Lion had found his true kingdom – not in fear or territory, but in the boundless, fiercely protected love of his lioness and their cubs. The Devil’s Mistress had become the Queen of his heart, and their story, scarred but unbreakable, was only just beginning. The future stretched before them, bright as the dawn over the Indian Ocean, filled with the promise of peace, family, and the enduring strength of a love that had conquered hell itself.
THE END

*THE RESTORER'S DAILY GUIDE*

DATE: THURSDAY 20TH JUNE 2025

THEME: *WORTHLESS ADDICTIONS*

MEMORIZE
Luke 4:4
And Jesus answered him, saying, It is written, That man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word of God.

READ
Luke 4:1-15
And Jesus, being full of the Holy Ghost, returned from Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness,
Being forty days tempted of the devil. And in those days, he did eat nothing: and when they were ended, he afterward hungered.
And the devil said unto him, If thou be the Son of God, command this stone that it be made bread.
And Jesus answered him, saying, It is written, That man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word of God.
And the devil, taking him up into an high mountain, shewed unto him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time.
And the devil said unto him, All this power will I give thee, and the glory of them: for that is delivered unto me; and to whomsoever I will I give it.
If thou therefore wilt worship me, all shall be thine.
And Jesus answered and said unto him, Get thee behind me, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.
And he brought him to Jerusalem, and set him on a pinnacle of the temple, and said unto him, If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down from hence:
For it is written, He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee:
And in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.
And Jesus answering said unto him, It is said, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.
And when the devil had ended all the temptation, he departed from him for a season.
And Jesus returned in the power of the Spirit into Galilee: and there went out a fame of him through all the region round about.
And he taught in their synagogues, being glorified of all.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
*Behind every addictions are evil spirits sent by Satan to destroy human lives systematically.*

MESSAGE
Today's passage is often used to talk about the temptations and trials of our Lord in the wilderness. But a quick flip reveals Satan's subtle targets behind all his attractive offers...

One of Satan's hidden targets using temptations is to introduce his targeted victims into a life of worthless addictions. And thereafter keep them in the bondage that will either make them to function below their destiny benchmark or weaken their souls with the purpose of rendering them unfit for their assignments in life; and in worse case scenario, lead them to believe that they need stuffs to survive until they are eventually destroyed.

Addictions are not just mere habits that people indulge themselves in. *Behind every addictions are evil spirits sent by Satan to destroy human lives strategically and systematically by keeping them in a perpetual bondage.*

These evil spirits get into their gullible victims through seemingly harmless things like foods and drinks, including other legitimate rights.

There are people who are addicted to simple things like coffee. They are strangely addicted to an early morning cup of coffee until it becomes a traditional bondage.

In today's text, the Lord Jesus Christ told Satan, the tempter that man was not created to live by bread alone.

That means man was not to live a life that is dependent solely on bread.

There are people who are addicted to food and cannot stay off of food.

The only benefit of food is to supply the strength required to pursue purpose. Sadly, many people live to eat, instead of eating to live.

Satan wants us to be distracted from pursuing purpose to seeking bodily pleasures.

*To live only for bread is a worthless addictive living, but when your life is powered by a definite word from God, then you become a person of rich economy to heaven on earth.*

Bread is generically and allegorically used to illustrate everything that men rely upon to live.

Others are addicted to alcohol. Alcohol is a highly demonic substance; it is a portal for demons to enter the body of those who indulge themselves with it. Alcohol actually means a "body eating spirit;" that is why it is called "spirit."

According to the scriptures, it bites its victims.
Proverbs 23:31-32 "Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
At the last, it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder."

Beloved, avoid worthless addictions today and prioritise your life and destiny around God and His purpose for your life.

Never allow anything to gain control over your life, but rather exercise self-control over everything.

Do not lose self-control to anything except the LORD through the Holy Spirit.

Shalom.

ACTION STEPS
1. Prayerfully meditate on today's devotional guide again.
2. Submit your life deliberately to the Holy Spirit for absolute control.
3. Be determined to avoid every worthless addiction in your life.

REMEMBER
*Behind every addictions are evil spirits sent by Satan to destroy human lives systematically.*

PRAYERS
Dear heavenly Father, Thank you for today's devotional guide. I receive grace to live in absolute submission to your Holy Spirit according to the scriptures in truth and in spirit in Jesus name. Amen.

AUTHOR: JEDIDIAH DAVID

DAILY READING
Daniel 1-2; Proverbs 20-23; Luke 15-16;

HYMN
1
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

2
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

3
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.

4
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold:
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.

5
Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine:
Take my heart—it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

6
Take my love: my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store:
Take myself; and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.

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10 PEOPLE YOU SHOULD NOT MARRY

Yesterday, I shared some truths about how important the person you marry is. This is because, the beginning of a peaceful and successful marriage begins with marrying the right person.

So, in this article I will be showing you some type of people you should not marry. It's not everyone that's ready for marriage is marriable.

1. Don't marry anyone that is not a child of God

Adam had a relationship with God first before having a relationship with anyone. That's how it's supposed to be. The first relationship man was given was relationship with God before relationship with his wife(Gen. 3:8-9).

I have said this before, the best person to marry is a child of God, someone that fears and loves God and is being led by the Holy Spirit. Someone that fears God will shun evil and will never maltreat you. Anyone that doesn't love or fear God can do anything without minding.

So, anyone that is not a child of God, born again and committed in the service of the kingdom, is not a prayer point. Don't be unequally yoke with unbelievers. If you're a child of God, marry a child of God, If you're an unbeliever, please look for your kind. Let's not be unfortunate. God and Satan cannot be in-laws.

2. Don't marry anyone that doesn't have direction in life.

Adam was busy with something before the issue of marriage came up. He was busy ruling, dominating, working and taking care of the earth. Therefore, before marriage you should know what you want to do with your life(Gen 2:15).

Don't marry anyone that doesn't know where he or she is going in life. Have something meaningful doing with your life before marriage. Don't wait for marriage before you become useful. Be useful to yourself, family and society.

3. Don't marry anyone that beats you

Many ladies are guilty of this. You're in a relationship with a guy that hasn't done anything on your head yet he beats and abuses but you keep believing he will change. Don't worry, when you enter marriage, he's likely to kill you if God doesn't help you.

Don't marry anyone that raises hand on you, inflicts injury on you both physically, psychologically and emotionally. That's a big red flag. Run. A person that beats you before marriage, may kill you after marriage. And if he or she cannot change before marriage, change after marriage maybe difficult.

4. Don't marry anyone that's too proud.

Anyone that's too proud will always think or feel he or she is doing you a favor by getting married to you. You'll be taken for granted. You will not be appreciated and accepted. The person will find it hard to admit his or hand wrong. Nobody is doing anyone favour, even if na dangote son or daughter.

A proud person is an entitled person. They want to be served, worshipped, appreciated, wanted but can not do same for you.

5. Don't marry anyone that manipulates or blackmails you.

Don't marry anyone that always blame you when something goes wrong, even when they're at fault, they will always turn the situation against you. They always make you feel as if you're not enough or worthy to be loved and appreciated. They always talk you down. They will so erode your self esteem that you will begin to think that you deserve what you are getting. That's a toxic person to marry.

6. Don't marry anyone that threatens you

Most of the time, the thing many people are facing in marriage have always been there during their courtship or dating but were too blinded to see it. Don't marry anyone that threatens you with breakup if you should deny him or her sex or if you refuse to get pregnant before marriage. Don't marry anyone that always threatens to beat you.

7. Don't marry anyone that doesn't support you.

People in a relationship suppose to support each other but when you are in a relationship with anyone that doesn't support your legit course, vision, goals, purpose, ministry, ambition etc., that's a wrong person to marry. The person is only after his or her own course. Many woman have sacrificed their ambitions on the alter of marriage due to the kind of man they marry.

8. Don't marry anyone that doesn't have an authority he or she submits to

In the minitary, it's only someone that's under authority that can give command and it will be obeyed. Don't marry a free-ranger, someone that doesn't submit to any authority, listen to anyone, obey anyone, respect anyone. That's a dangerous person to marry. He can do and undone with reckless abandone because nobody to restrict or constrain.

The family, church, a Mentor, a Counselor etc., are example of authorities one should have.

9. Don't marry anyone that doesn't respect you

Someone that doesn't care about your feelings before he or she does something, talks to you the way he or she wants, treats you anyhow, is not the kind of person to marry. I mean someone that doesn't care if what he or she is doing is hurting you, you shouldn't marry that kind of a person.

10. Don't marry anyone that doesn't love you

Love is foundational to the survival of marriage, without love resentment, harshness, unkind words and actions, avoidance, irritation, boredom, etc will be a daily occurrence. Love is a lubricant and moisturiser. It makes things easy.

I often say that, marrying someone that doesn't love or someone you don't love is self imprisonment with hard labour. A lot of people have complained to me that they are facing hell in their marriages because of lack of love.

However, love is not enough to marry anyone, other factors have to be considered. Because you love someone that beats and abuses you doesn't mean you marry the person unless of course you enjoy the beating and the abuse. You people are not normal. All things being equal, don't marry someone that doesn't love you nor someone you don't love.

What other kind of persons you will never marry, share with me in the comment below?

Thanks for reading

Phone Distraction in the church.
In the context of a church service, phone distractions are problematic, as they disrupt the worship atmosphere and detract from the spiritual experience. examples include texting or browsing during the service, taking photos or videos without being mindful of others, and notifications or ringing phones. to minimize distractions, let churches encourage attendees to silence their phones or put them away during the service. they can also display messages on screens or announce reminders to put phones away. establishing phone-free or phone-silence norms can help create a more focused and reverent atmosphere for worship.