*START YOUR DAY WITH GOD...* 🧾 *EMBRACE YOUR NEW IDENTITY* 📖 *2 Corinthians 5:17* _“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”_ One of the most powerful expressions of God’s restoration is our identity in Christ. Restoration isn’t just about recovering what was lost—it’s about becoming who you were always meant to be. When you gave your life to Jesus, a divine reset began. Old things passed away—not just actions, but labels, guilt, shame, and condemnation. In their place came a new nature and a new future. Yet for many believers, the struggle is not in being made new—it’s in living like it. We often carry memories of who we used to be: the mistakes, the disappointments, and the fear that maybe nothing’s really changed. But our opening scripture affirms that in Christ, you are not slightly improved or partially repaired—you are made new. Fully. Completely. Restored. Stop living beneath what Christ already paid for. You don’t have to earn your place in God’s presence. You don’t have to keep revisiting your past to explain your future. You are not who you were—you are who God says you are. So today, let the restored you rise. Walk with confidence. Live from a place of freedom. And embrace all that is yours in Christ. Hallelujah! To continue reading today's devotional, please visit: https://prayingthepromises.co.uk/embrace-your-new-identity 🎙️*_Remember to SHARE this devotional to Bless others_*👍🏻 God bless you

Eid Mubarak!" "Wishing you a joyful Eid celebration and a year filled with happiness and prosperity." "May this Eid celebration bring lots of happiness in your life and create beautiful memories to cherish forever." "On this Eid, wishing that light and love guide your path to happiness.🤲

Nothing lasts forever but the precious memories does

No matter how much time passes, No matter where life leads us— there’s a name I carry quietly in the corners of my soul… Yours. You weren’t just part of my story, You were the part that made everything else make sense. The one who made love feel safe. The one who showed me what it meant to feel seen. Every smile I wear still remembers you. Every silence between songs, every midnight breeze, every soft whisper of the wind— they all bring me back to you. You didn’t just pass through my life. You stayed. In the memories I cherish, in the lessons I carry, in the way I love now—with more depth, more grace, more heart. Even if we are miles apart, Even if our paths never cross again, You live here… In the rhythm of my heartbeat. In the warmth behind my quiet thoughts. In the forever I whispered when I first said your name. You are not just a memory. You are a piece of me. Unchanged. Unmoved. Unforgettable.

No matter how much time passes, No matter where life leads us— there’s a name I carry quietly in the corners of my soul… Yours. You weren’t just part of my story, You were the part that made everything else make sense. The one who made love feel safe. The one who showed me what it meant to feel seen. Every smile I wear still remembers you. Every silence between songs, every midnight breeze, every soft whisper of the wind— they all bring me back to you. You didn’t just pass through my life. You stayed. In the memories I cherish, in the lessons I carry, in the way I love now—with more depth, more grace, more heart. Even if we are miles apart, Even if our paths never cross again, You live here… In the rhythm of my heartbeat. In the warmth behind my quiet thoughts. In the forever I whispered when I first said your name. You are not just a memory. You are a piece of me. Unchanged. Unmoved. Unforgettable.

There’s a moment when you have to say goodbye, but your heart refuses to accept it. It’s that raw, aching feeling of holding on and letting go—where memories flood in and the weight of what’s ending feels unbearable. Yet, even in the pain, there’s a quiet promise that some connections don’t truly break. They linger in the silence, in the way a familiar face or a whispered thought can bring you back. Saying goodbye isn’t always about closing a door; sometimes, it’s about carrying a piece of someone with you, refusing to let the story end. It’s messy, it’s painful, but it’s also a testament to how deeply we can love and remember.

Healing Isn’t Pretty, But It’s Powerful Healing is not linear. It's not a straight path or a perfect journey. It is messy, confusing, and sometimes lonely. But in that chaos, there is growth—deep, transformative growth. We often think of healing as a peaceful process, but the truth is, healing can feel like breaking. It requires us to face old wounds, relive painful memories, and confront the versions of ourselves we’ve tried to bury. Some days you’ll cry for hours; some nights you won’t sleep. But every tear, every ache, every silence—it’s a sign that your soul is trying to restore itself. Forgive yourself for the things you didn’t know. For the love you gave too freely. For the boundaries you didn’t set. You were surviving. And now, you are choosing to live. That is power. That is healing.

🏕️ Discover Dream Homes 🏕️ Floor Plan? 👉 https://bit.ly.fysxr3iji.socozy.us/kJMD Owning your dream home is a transformative milestone that embodies personal achievement, comfort, and security. It is not just a structure of bricks and mortar but a sanctuary where aspirations, memories, and dreams take shape. The greatness of having your own dream home lies in its ability to reflect your identity, provide a space of belonging, and offer a lifetime of joy and fulfillment. Your dream home is a sanctuary tailored to your tastes, needs, and preferences. It represents the freedom to create an environment that mirrors your personality, from the choice of colors on the walls to the arrangement of furniture. Every room is a reflection of your style, whether it's a cozy reading nook, a state-of-the-art kitchen, or a backyard garden. This level of personalization creates a sense of peace and contentment that no rented property or temporary residence can provide. One of the most rewarding aspects of owning a dream home is the opportunity to build lasting memories. It becomes the backdrop for life's significant milestones, from celebrating holidays and birthdays to enjoying quiet evenings with loved ones. Each corner of the house holds a story—whether it's the laughter of children in the living room, family meals in the dining area, or cherished conversations on the porch. These moments make the house a home, creating a legacy for generations to cherish. Owning a dream home is also a symbol of stability and security. Financially, it is an investment that appreciates over time, providing a sense of long-term wealth and independence. Emotionally, it offers the peace of mind of knowing you have a permanent place to call your own, free from the uncertainties of renting or frequent relocations. It becomes a safe haven where you can relax and recharge, a place that anchors you in an ever-changing world.

Love is powerful. It can create and leave the sweetest memories that you will be sustained by for the rest of your life moments that no one can rob from you. But love can also be incredibly painful, especially when it ends or is unrequited. That pain isn’t always visible, but it inhabits one’s soul silently, impossible to forget, impossible to remedy. Still, love is worth it. For even in its pain, it has something to teach you, about strength, about growth, about the worth of your own heart. Just remember: the right love won’t hurt you — it will heal you. Neena Gupta. ⓒ Love Is An Emotion of Strong Affection

Happy new month, may this month bring good memories, open doors and laughter in Jesus name

"I’m a solo adventurer; I am a loner. I am the woman you see alone drinking tea and reading a book. I am the one who takes herself out on dates and sits all by herself, without shame. I am the woman who attends concerts without feeling awkward about being there alone. I sing my heart out and have a hell of a good time. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that doing things alone is wonderful. I mean sure, sometimes it’s fun to be around other people. However, so many underestimate how much we can enjoy certain activities without any company. Some people think of “being alone” and “doing things alone” as being something bad. It either means you’re anti-social or you’re a “loser”, and this social stigma is wrong. Once I changed my mentality and started to live my life as I please, I found this astounding feeling of freedom, freedom of being me, freedom to do whatever the hell I want to do. And let me tell you that there’s no better feeling than enjoying your own company. In these past few years when I started to do things alone, I have experienced the best times of my life. I have gone hiking, bike riding, skydiving, bungee jumping, I’ve taken trips alone and have made unforgettable memories. I have learned to become my own best friend. I am the woman who chooses to do fun things alone, doing things alone feels normal to me."

Zubaida and the Forbidden Grove Origin: Sudan (Nubian Influence) Episode 1: The Shadow Beneath the Date Palms In the ancient village of Karma, along the banks of the Nile, lived Zubaida, a skilled weaver known for her mesmerizing tapestries. Her fingers danced like whispers over thread, telling stories of gods, crocodiles, lost queens, and sky spirits. But Zubaida was haunted. When she was just a child, her twin sister, Safina, disappeared after wandering near the Forbidden Grove—a stretch of sacred land said to be cursed by the goddess Nyarai, guardian of balance and time. Since then, Zubaida had seen glimpses of Safina in her dreams—eyes glowing like stars, hair dripping with river reeds. Their father, once a palace advisor, had forbidden any talk of the grove. The village had moved on. But Zubaida had not. At 25, Zubaida was unmarried—a rarity in her land. She was feared for her visions and her refusal to marry. Secretly, she made a vow: She would find the grove, and if Safina was alive—or even a whisper in the wind—she would bring her back. One day, a stranger arrived: Sayid, a traveling scribe who came seeking a legendary pattern Zubaida had once woven of a “twin sun.” He claimed it matched ancient texts about portals hidden in sacred places. As the two bonded over scrolls and stories, Sayid revealed something more: His great-grandfather had once wandered into the Forbidden Grove and returned... changed. He spoke of a mirror-world, of spirits trapped between memories and time. Together, Zubaida and Sayid made a plan to enter the grove during the Bloodwater Eclipse, when the moon turned red and the Nile whispered its oldest songs. But the grove was watching. And something—or someone—was waiting. To be continued