A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 4
The house was too quiet.
Grace sat at the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the rim of her morning coffee cup, the steam long gone. Michael had left early again—another "business meeting." But this time, something felt different. Her stomach twisted in knots, and no matter how hard she tried to shake it off, the feeling clung to her like a shadow.
She picked up her phone, scrolling mindlessly until a message notification popped up.
It was from an unknown number.
Her breath hitched as she opened it.
"Your husband and his secretary look so cozy together at the Silver Spoon Café. Thought you should know."
Attached was a photo—Michael sitting across from his young, beautiful secretary, their heads close together as they smiled over documents.
Grace’s hands trembled.
She didn’t remember driving to Michael’s office.
All she knew was the burning in her chest, the way her pulse roared in her ears. She burst through the doors, ignoring the startled receptionist, and marched straight to his office.
And there they were—Michael and her—standing close, the secretary laughing at something he said.
Grace saw red.
"Grace? What are you—" Michael started, his eyes widening as she stormed in.
"Who is she?!" Grace screamed, pointing at the secretary.
The young woman stepped back, her face paling. "Mrs. Thompson, I—"
"Grace, calm down!" Michael moved between them, his hands raised. "This isn’t what you think!"
"Then what is it?!" Her voice cracked, raw with betrayal. "Another business meeting? Another late night? How long has this been going on?!"
Michael’s jaw tightened. "Nothing is going on! We were just going over contracts!"
Grace let out a bitter laugh. "Contracts? Is that what you call it now?"
She lunged forward, shoving him hard. Michael stumbled back, shock flashing across his face.
"Grace, stop!"
But she couldn’t. The rage, the hurt, the months of loneliness—it all erupted. She grabbed the nearest thing—a glass paperweight—and hurled it at the wall. It shattered, the sound like a gunshot in the tense silence.
The secretary screamed, scrambling out of the room.
Michael grabbed Grace’s wrists, his grip firm. "Grace, enough! You’re acting crazy!"
"*Crazy?!" She wrenched free, tears streaming down her face. "You’ve been lying to me! You’ve been cheating on me!"
"I haven’t!" Michael’s voice broke. "Grace, please—just listen to me!"
But she didn’t want to listen.
She couldn’t.
The ride home was a blur.
Michael followed her, pleading the entire way, but Grace barely heard him. All she could hear was Pastor Gideon’s voice in her head:
"If you stay, you will die."
When they got home, the children were there—their three beautiful babies, their faces filled with confusion and fear as they watched their parents scream at each other.
"Daddy? Mommy?" little Sarah whispered, her eyes wide with tears.
Grace’s heart shattered.
But she couldn’t stop.
She packed her bags that night.
Michael begged on his knees, his voice broken. "Grace, please… Don’t do this. I love you. We love you."
The children cried, clinging to her legs. "Mommy, don’t go!"
Grace closed her eyes, her hands shaking as she zipped up her suitcase.
Pastor Gideon’s words echoed louder.
"God wants you free."
She turned away, walking out the door without looking back.
When she arrived at the church, Pastor Gideon welcomed her with open arms.
"Sister Grace," he said, his voice dripping with false warmth. "You’ve done the right thing. God is pleased."
He patted her back, his smile wide. "This is your new beginning."
Grace nodded, but deep down, beneath the numbness, a voice whispered:
What have I done?
That night, alone in the small apartment the pastor had arranged for her, Grace sat on the edge of an unfamiliar bed, staring at her phone.
There were 17 missed calls from Michael.
32 messages from the kids.
And one voicemail—Sarah’s tiny, broken voice:
"Mommy… please come home."
Grace pressed a hand to her mouth, choking back a sob.
For the first time, she wondered—had she made the biggest mistake of her life?
TO BE CONTINUED...

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 3
Grace stood in the kitchen, her hands shaking as she stared at the text on her phone. It was from Michael—short, cold, like always.
"Working late. Don’t wait up."
She had spent all afternoon preparing his favorite meal—peppered snail soup with fresh bread. The table was set, candles lit, the house smelling of spices and warmth. She had wanted to talk, to finally tell him how lonely she felt. How much she missed him.
But now, the food would go cold. Again.
Her fingers hovered over her phone. She wanted to type, "Please come home. We need to talk." But she knew what his response would be—silence. Or worse, annoyance.
She took a deep breath and called him instead.
The phone rang three times before Michael answered. In the background, she could hear laughter, glasses clinking. A restaurant.
"Grace, I said I’m working," he muttered, his voice tight with irritation.
Her heart pounded. "You’re not at the office."
A pause. Then a sigh. "I had a business dinner. I didn’t think I needed to explain every little thing to you."
Little thing. Those words cut deep. To her, it wasn’t little. It was another night alone. Another night where she felt invisible in her own marriage.
"Michael…" Her voice cracked. "I made dinner. I wanted us to talk. We—we can’t keep living like this."
Another pause. Then, "Grace, not now. I’ll be home late."
And just like that, he hung up.
Grace stood there, the phone still pressed to her ear, the dial tone buzzing like a taunt.
When Michael finally came home, hours later, Grace was waiting.
The candles had burned out. The food was untouched.
He walked in, loosening his tie, barely glancing at her as he headed for the stairs.
"Michael," she said, her voice trembling. "We need to talk."
He stopped, exhaling sharply. "Grace, it’s midnight. Can’t this wait?"
No. It couldn’t.
"Every time I try to talk to you, you push me away," she whispered, tears spilling over. "Do you even love me anymore?"
Michael turned, his face unreadable. "This again? Grace, I’m tired. I work all day, and I don’t need this drama when I come home."
Drama.
That word shattered something inside her.
"This isn’t drama!" she cried. "This is our marriage! You don’t talk to me, you don’t spend time with me—I feel like a ghost in my own house!"
Michael’s jaw tightened. "What do you want from me, Grace? I provide for you. You have everything!"
Everything except his love.
Grace wiped her tears, her breath coming in shaky gasps. "I want my husband back."
For a second, something flickered in Michael’s eyes—guilt? Regret? But then it was gone, replaced by cold indifference.
"I don’t have time for this," he said, turning away.
And just like that, he walked upstairs, leaving her standing there, broken.
Grace didn’t sleep that night.
By morning, her eyes were swollen, her heart raw. She needed someone to talk to. Someone who would listen.
So she went back to the only person who seemed to care—Pastor Gideon.
In his office, Grace cried as she told him what happened.
Pastor Gideon listened, nodding sympathetically. Then he leaned forward, his voice grave.
"Sister Grace… I fear for your life."
Grace froze. "What?"
He sighed, shaking his head. "A man who treats his wife this way… it’s not just neglect. It’s spiritual warfare. The devil is using him to destroy you."
Grace’s hands trembled. "But—but what do I do?"
Pastor Gideon placed a hand over hers. "God is telling me… if you stay, you will die in that house. Not just your heart—your life."
Grace gasped, her blood running cold.
"The Bible says, ‘Come out from among them and be separate.’ You must leave, Sister Grace. Before it’s too late."
Her mind spun. Leave Michael? After eighteen years?
But the pastor’s words sank deep, feeding her fears.
You will die if you stay.
That evening, Pastor Gideon "coincidentally" ran into Michael at a charity event.
"Brother Michael!" he greeted warmly, clapping him on the back. "How are you, my friend?"
Michael, unaware of the pastor’s conversations with Grace, smiled. "Doing well, Pastor. Keeping busy."
The pastor sighed sympathetically. "I actually wanted to speak with you. Your wife came to me recently… she’s been struggling."
Michael’s smile faded. "Grace?"
Pastor Gideon nodded. "She’s… very emotional. I’ve been counseling her to find peace in God’s word. Marriage is sacred, after all."
Michael relaxed, grateful. "I appreciate that, Pastor. She’s been… difficult lately."
The pastor smiled, hiding his deceit behind holy concern. "We’ll keep praying for you both."
Meanwhile, Grace sat at home, staring at her wedding ring, wondering if removing it would save her life—or destroy it.
TO BE CONTINUED...

Tomorrow June 12, there would be a protest against hardship and killings in Nigeria, organized by " take it back movement". The protest will take place in 20 locations across the country, Lagos, Abuja, Edo, Delta etc..... Starting 8am Nigeria time.

Please be careful and protect yourselves if you want to be part of it.
Happy democracy day in advance.

*THE RESTORER'S DAILY GUIDE*

DATE: WEDNESDAY 11TH JUNE 2025

THEME: *STAND OUT!*

MEMORIZE
John 15:19
If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.

READ
1 John 2:15-17
[15]Do not love or cherish the world or the things that are in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in him.
[16]For all that is in the world–the lust of the flesh [craving for sensual gratification] and the lust of the eyes [greedy longings of the mind] and the pride of life [assurance in one's own resources or in the stability of earthly things]–these do not come from the Father but are from the world [itself].
[17]And the world passes away and disappears, and with it the forbidden cravings (the passionate desires, the lust) of it; but he who does the will of God and carries out His purposes in his life abides (remains) forever.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
*Loving the world is proof of lack of love for the LORD.*

MESSAGE
God did not call us to like the world or to be liked by the world, He called us to be His light to this dark world; and we do that by standing out as godly people.

We are not called to fit into this world but to stand out and stand tall enough to make a difference with our Christ-like lives.

We can not be pleasing to this world no matter how much we seek its validation and approval.

This world hates Jesus Christ our Lord, we should never love the world that killed our Saviour. To love the world is to betray our dear Lord and Saviour.

A world that crucified a perfect man like Jesus Christ will stop at nothing to destroy all who follow the Lord Jesus Christ.

We should, therefore, not be looking for anything else from this world other than to save its lost souls for the LORD.

If you live seeking the acceptance of this world, you will die suffering from the rejection of the world.

God's approval and applause are all you need to win in this life and be graciously accepted and celebrated in the world to come.

The only difference between us and this "sin-infested" world is Jesus Christ in us and the "Christ-lessness" in the world.

Therefore, my beloved, do not seek validation from the world that hated our Lord and Saviour enough to crucify Him.

If the world does not want my Saviour, I do not want the world either. It is strange to love the world that killed our Saviour and Lord and still claim to be following Him...

Who is on the LORD'S SIDE???

STAND OUT NOW!!!

ACTION STEPS
1. Prayerfully meditate on today's devotional guide.
2. Be determined to make a difference by strictly following the ways of the LORD always. Damn any consequences for following the LORD.
3. Fear nothing and no one else if you truly fear the LORD. He is the ultimate in the universe.

REMEMBER
*Loving the world is proof of lack of love for the LORD.*

PRAYERS
Dear heavenly Father, Thank you for today's devotional guide. I receive grace to truly follow you acceptably and faithfully to the end in Jesus' name. Amen.

AUTHOR: JEDIDIAH DAVID

DAILY READING: 2 Chronicles 12-14; Psalms 115-117; Proverbs 14; Matthew 24-25; Revelation 12-14;

HYMN
Arise and follow Me !
Alas, my Lord, I hear Thy word,
But Thee Thyself I can but dimly see ;
Help me to rise and follow Thee.

2
Arise and follow Me !
But I am bound to earth's cold ground
By many a tie : Come, Lord, and set me free,
Then I shall rise and follow Thee.

3
Arise and follow Me !
The way is rough, but 'tis enough
That through my life Thou wilt my
Leader be ;
And I will boldly follow Thee.

4
Arise and follow Me ! [tomb,
In mist and gloom, through tears and
Up golden streets and by the crystal sea,
I shall forever follow Thee,

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Please father , let me make it in life
Let me get money to feed my family
Help me feed the street
Put my enemies to shame
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"You’re leaving this house. And I don’t want you to come back."

That was all he heard.

There was no argument.
No shouting.
Just a dry sentence… and a door closing.

His grandmother.
The same woman who had raised him since he was a child… was now throwing him out as if he were a stranger.

His grandfather, witnessing the scene, was stunned.
“What are you doing? Why are you throwing him out like that? He’s your grandson!”

But she didn’t say another word.
She just turned around and disappeared into the house.

He didn’t understand.
Neither did the neighbors.
No one understood.

The boy, aimless, started walking.
He was wearing the same clothes he had on when he went to the store that afternoon.

No money. No phone. No keys.

First, he went to a friend.
“Do you have a place to stay?” the friend asked.
“No… they kicked me out.”
“Damn… I’m sorry. But my parents don’t let anyone stay over.
And honestly… I can’t do anything for you.”

He kept walking.
Another friend saw him coming.
“Everything okay? Something happen?”
“I have no place to go. Can I stay with you for a few days?”
“And what are you going to do here? You don’t have money? You can’t pay for anything?”
“No… nothing.”
“Then I’m sorry. You can’t stay at my place.”
The boy lowered his head.
And left.

He looked for his girlfriend.
He hugged her and explained what had happened.
She was worried, went to talk to her parents… and came back with a muted voice.
“They say you can’t stay. And I… I can’t do anything either.
I’m sorry, love… but this just isn’t going to work. Not like this.”

And he was left alone.
Completely alone.
He sat on a sidewalk bench and looked at the sky.
He had given everything for people who now gave him nothing.

Hours passed.
And when he thought no one was going to come looking for him…

His grandfather appeared.
“Let’s go home,” he said.
He didn’t want to.
“For what? So you can throw me out again?”
“Please, trust me. Just come.”

He got in the car.
Total silence the whole way.
When they arrived, his grandmother ran out to hug him.

He stepped back.
Then the grandfather sat him down and spoke calmly:
“Your grandmother didn’t do it out of cruelty. She did it out of love.
She wanted you to see with your own eyes… who stands by you only when you have something to offer.

You thought you were surrounded by friends.
You believed you had a solid relationship.
But she saw things you didn’t want to see.
People who used you, who took advantage of you… who were there only when you gave, but not when you needed.”

“And she had to make you see the truth.”
The boy began to cry.

The grandmother came closer.
“It broke my heart to do it… but I love you too much to let you keep believing a lie.”
He hugged her.

Tightly. Like he did when he was a child.
And he understood something that can’t be taught with words.

Moral:
Sometimes, the person who loves you most is the one brave enough to shake you… to open your eyes.
Because when you have something, everyone comes around.
But when you have nothing, you discover who’s truly worth it.
Who loves you… not for what you give, but for who you are.
And that truth, even if it hurts, makes you stronger.

*Cristiano* : “Lamine is going to win a lot of collective and individual titles. He's a phenomenon”.

* “He'll have a long career and he's going to win a lot of Nations Leagues”.

“He’s 17… Please, leave him alone. I have to ask you to let him be. He has to be calm”.

* ATTENTION JAMB CANDIDATES 2025*

Change of course and institution has commenced
O’level result upload has not started
JAMB result slips are yet to be uploaded

*Please stay calm, you’ll be updated on this group as soon as there’s any development.*

Honestly, I don't understand why the portal for changing institutions and courses would be opened when people are yet to check their results or even know the general cutoff marks for universities this year.

Omo, it is well. This year get as things be.

Here are my 2 cents: DON'T CHANGE YOUR INSTITUTION OR COURSE UNTIL YOU CHECK YOUR RESULT OR JAMB RELEASES THE CUT- OFF MARK FOR UNIVERSITIES, POLYTECHNICS AND COLLEGE OF EDUCATION FOR THIS YEAR.
This will save you from unnecessary stress and waste of funds.


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never be restless of what you didn't accomplish today, Please sleep well tonight, tomorrow is coming with greater opportunities by the grace of God

FOR OUR GOD IS A CONSUMING FIRE
AND YOU ARE HIS INFERNO
WEDNESDAYS ARE FOR MERCY
WHEN MERCY MEETS AN INFERNO,
NOTHING WILL REMAIN!

EL-ROI SHOW ME MERCY MY CASE IS AN EMERGENCY
FURNACE OF ANSWERS (DAY3)

And the house of Jacob shall be a fire, and the house of Joseph a flame, and the house of Esau for stubble, and they shall kindle in them, and devour them; and there shall not be any remaining of the house of Esau; for the LORD hath spoken it. (Obadiah.1:18)

Tomorrow on NSPPD FIRE ALTAR at 7am Nigerian time, we come to the throne of Mercy on our global crusade. Mercy meets the furnace, evidence shall pour like rain.

EXPECT ♡~
♡~MERCY That Wipes Away Bitter Tears
♡~MERCY For A Bouncing Back
♡~MERCY For Total Family Liberation
♡~MERCY For Open Heavens
♡~MERCY To Shift People Into New Seasons
♡~MERCY For Massive Doors To Open
♡~MERCY That Terminates Diseases
♡~MERCY For Complete Joy &Laughter
♡~MERCY That Breaks Limitations
♡~MERCY For Unimaginable Miracles & Answers

Covenant Week Of Fasting & Prayer From 6AM to 1PM
Come With Your Mantle
For Terminal and Stubborn challenges send to:
[email protected]
Or
[email protected]
Grab Someone along that must be on the altar LIVE
Watch LIVE please. Atmospheres aren't easily recreated.

Declare With Me: EL-ROI SHOW ME MERCY, LET YOUR FIRE FALL!

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#7amfireprayers

FOR OUR GOD IS A CONSUMING FIRE
AND YOU ARE HIS INFERNO
WEDNESDAYS ARE FOR MERCY
WHEN MERCY MEETS AN INFERNO,
NOTHING WILL REMAIN!

EL-ROI SHOW ME MERCY MY CASE IS AN EMERGENCY
FURNACE OF ANSWERS (DAY3)

And the house of Jacob shall be a fire, and the house of Joseph a flame, and the house of Esau for stubble, and they shall kindle in them, and devour them; and there shall not be any remaining of the house of Esau; for the LORD hath spoken it. (Obadiah.1:18)

Tomorrow on NSPPD FIRE ALTAR at 7am Nigerian time, we come to the throne of Mercy on our global crusade. Mercy meets the furnace, evidence shall pour like rain.

EXPECT ♡~
♡~MERCY That Wipes Away Bitter Tears
♡~MERCY For A Bouncing Back
♡~MERCY For Total Family Liberation
♡~MERCY For Open Heavens
♡~MERCY To Shift People Into New Seasons
♡~MERCY For Massive Doors To Open
♡~MERCY That Terminates Diseases
♡~MERCY For Complete Joy &Laughter
♡~MERCY That Breaks Limitations
♡~MERCY For Unimaginable Miracles & Answers

Covenant Week Of Fasting & Prayer From 6AM to 1PM
Come With Your Mantle
For Terminal and Stubborn challenges send to:
[email protected]
Or
[email protected]
Grab Someone along that must be on the altar LIVE
Watch LIVE please. Atmospheres aren't easily recreated.

Declare With Me: EL-ROI SHOW ME MERCY, LET YOUR FIRE FALL!

#NSPPD
#7amfireprayers