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Imagine having a man who ignores you when you're speaking from the depths of your heart. You're not yelling, you're not accusing... you're just trying to express how you feel. And as you sit there, waiting in silence, hoping for a simple sign of care or concern, you get nothing. Just five long, painful minutes of silence. Then finally, the only words he offers are, "I have nothing to say." Imagine how small that makes a woman feel. Now picture this being your reality night after night. You’re crying in the dark, wiping tears off your face quietly so you don’t disturb him… and he’s fast asleep. Peaceful. Unbothered. Telling you he needs rest because he has work in the morning. As if your emotional pain should be scheduled around his convenience. As if your hurt isn’t valid simply because he’s tired. Imagine loving someone so much that all you want is to feel the same energy you felt when things were new… when he couldn’t go a day without complimenting you, when he actually listened, when he tried. When you weren’t begging for effort. When he made you feel like his world. Now, all you’re asking for is that same version of him… but he no longer sees the need. And now… imagine this becoming your *everyday*. It’s not one bad day. It’s a routine of silence. Of walking on eggshells. Of trying to explain yourself over and over just to be met with nothing. Of being in a relationship that makes you feel lonelier than being single ever did. And that’s what hurts the most… giving your heart to someone who holds it with indifference. Being in love with someone who makes you feel like a burden for simply wanting to be loved right. You deserve more than someone who turns his back on your emotions. You deserve presence, not just physical, but emotional. You deserve consistency, not just in the beginning, but throughout. And you deserve to be heard… really heard… not just tolerated in silence.

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 9 The morning sun streamed through the curtains of the Thompson family home, painting the walls in warm gold. Grace stood by the kitchen window, watching as Michael played with Joy in the backyard—their laughter floating through the open window like music. Six months had passed since the hospital. Six months of healing—of late-night talks, family dinners, and slow, steady rebuilding. Grace smiled as she poured tea into two cups—one with two sugars and a splash of milk for Michael, the other just the way she liked it. She had never thought she would feel this kind of peace again. It happened on a quiet evening. Grace was curled up on the couch, flipping through an old photo album—pictures of birthdays, vacations, moments she had almost lost forever. Michael sat beside her, watching her face as she traced a finger over a snapshot of their wedding day. "Grace," he said softly. She turned to him—and froze. Michael was on one knee, holding a simple gold band. Not a new ring. Her ring. The one she had left behind. "Marry me again," he whispered. "Not because we have to. Because we want to." Grace’s hands trembled as she reached for him. "Yes," she breathed. "A thousand times, yes." They decided to do it in the south of France—just the five of them. No fanfare. No crowds. No pressure. Just love. The ceremony took place on a small cliff overlooking the Mediterranean, the sea breeze carrying the scent of salt and blooming flowers. Sarah and Daniel stood as witnesses, grinning as they held the rings. Joy, dressed in a tiny white dress, scattered petals at Grace’s feet. When the officiant pronounced them husband and wife (again), Michael didn’t wait for permission to kiss her. Grace melted into him, her heart so full she thought it might burst. Later, as they watched the sunset paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, Michael squeezed her hand. "We’re going to make him pay, Grace," he murmured. She didn’t need to ask who he meant. Pastor Gideon. The flight home was filled with quiet planning. "We can’t just accuse him," Sarah said, surprisingly sharp for a teenager. "We need proof." Michael nodded. "I’ve already started looking. There are others—women he’s manipulated, money he’s stolen." Grace’s stomach twisted. She had been one of many. But not the last. Never the last. "We’ll expose him," she said, her voice steady for the first time in months. "Publicly. So he can’t hurt anyone else." The children exchanged glances, then grinned. It was time for revenge. The Sunday after their return, Grace walked into Pastor Gideon’s church for the first time since her collapse. Heads turned. Whispers followed. Pastor Gideon, mid-sermon, faltered when he saw her. But Grace didn’t flinch. She walked straight to the front row—where Michael and the children waited—and sat down. The pastor’s smile was strained. "Sister Grace! What a... surprise." Grace merely smiled. You have no idea what’s coming. After the service, Grace requested a private meeting. The pastor’s office was just as she remembered—opulent, suffocating. "You look... well," he said, eyeing her warily. Grace folded her hands. "I am. Thanks to my family." A flicker of unease crossed his face. She leaned forward. "I know what you did, Pastor. And I’m not the only one." His smile froze. "I don’t know what—" Michael stepped out of the shadows, holding a recorder. "We have testimonies from five other women. Bank records. Even your *texts*." Pastor Gideon paled. Sarah, standing in the doorway with her phone, smirked. "Oh, and this is being livestreamed to the entire congregation." The pastor’s chair screeched as he stood. "You can’t—" Grace rose, her voice calm. "Watch us." TO BE CONTINUED...

*THE RESTORER'S DAILY GUIDE* DATE: MONDAY 16TH JUNE 2025 THEME: *FAITH'S ANCHOR* MEMORIZE Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. READ Hebrews 11:1-6 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. For by it the elders obtained a good report. Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear. By faith Abel offered unto God a more excellent sacrifice than Cain, by which he obtained witness that he was righteous, God testifying of his gifts: and by it he being dead yet speaketh. By faith Enoch was translated that he should not see death; and was not found, because God had translated him: for before his translation he had this testimony, that he pleased God. But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY *The loss of hope is the crash of faith* MESSAGE According to our memory verse for today, faith depends on hope to sustain it's substance unto maturation. Faith hangs on the wings of hope because it is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen. POINT TO NOTE: *The loss of hope is the crash of faith!* One of your greatest responsibilities is to keep hope alive always because without hope, faith is powerless to deliver. There must be a picture kept perpetually before your eyes on which your faith anchors. Faith is the future that we hope for in the present. The Bible says, "Now Faith is the substance hoped for," so the substance of faith in the present that we can hold on to is Hope. Hope is the true picture of the future, as shown from the scriptures. We must continue to gaze on the promises of God in the scriptures to keep faith alive. *Our gaze on the scriptures is the reason for Hope.* We can only be hopeful if we continue to gaze at what God has told us in His Word. *Faith starts to sink very fast when we take our eyes off of the word of God.* I can only think of Peter walking on the water to go to Jesus because the Lord Jesus Christ (the Word) gave him faith to do so by telling him to come over to Him on the water. The Lord Jesus Christ represents the Word of Hope. Peter's ability to keep his eyes on the Lord Jesus is the exercise of keeping Hope alive for faith to stay sustained. He only began to lose faith and consequently began to sink when he took his gaze off the Lord. Beloved, where are you today in your walk with God? Are you still walking on the water, or are you already sinking because you are distracted by situations and circumstances around you? MY COUNSEL Refocus your eyes on the Lord Jesus Christ today through the word of God. *Your future hides in the scriptures.* Keep hope alive always by keeping your gaze on what God has said to you from His word. ACTION STEPS 1. Revisit past revelations from the scriptures. 2. Renew your faith in God by refreshing your hope in the word. 3. Pray fervently for grace to stay focused on the promises of God through the Word. PRAYERS Dear heavenly Father, Thank you for today's devotional guide. Help me to stay tuned to your word by faith in Jesus' name. Amen. REMEMBER *The loss of hope is the crash of faith.* AUTHOR: JEDIDIAH DAVID DAILY READING: Ezekiel 41-42, Judges 14-15, Acts 10. HYMN My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness ; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand ; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. 2 When darkness hides His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the vail. 3 His oath, His covenant, His blood, Support me in the 'whelming flood ; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. 4 When He shall come with trumpet sound, On ,may I then in Him be found, Clothed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne ! PLEASE SHARE

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Hi! This will be long because it's a complicated issue with a backstory. My husband who has a squalor/hoarding issue, from what I suspect is undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, wants another dog from a litter his dog sired and will be ready in 2 weeks. We have 2 dogs already plus a cat, and one of the dogs was a dog he brought home years ago even though I said no. Months ago I put up a boundary that I would need to see everything that he has trashed fully cleaned up and to maintain its cleanliness for 3 months, as that would show me that it is a truly changed habit, then we could talk about another dog. He did not get everything cleaned. He continued to put it off. Earlier this year he bred his dog as he is a hunting breed. Last month the puppies were born, and he brought it up again (wanting one of the puppies) - I reiterated what I needed to see, and he asked me "What if I get it done this week, would a month be long enough?" I told him no, that three months minimum would show me that he can actually maintain it. He got upset but I feel like this is a fair boundary. He had our home disgusting, truly disgusting and in squalor, for at least 5 years, with no way for me to keep up with it and each time he would start to clean it, it would go back in a week or two. I can post pictures in the comments but only if asked, if that is needed for context. Anyways, two days ago he brings it up again. He told me he got everything done - which he did - and said that he feels much better mentally now that it was no longer weighing on him. He said he "knows" he can maintain things now that he has it all cleaned up. He said it will be easier now because he feels "so much better mentally." He told me that he never got back to the person who has the puppies and asked if I would reconsider now that everything is done. He told me "I need to get back to her about it within the next couple days." I don't know what to do. I feel like if I say no, I am in the wrong. Any advice?? Thanks.

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?

Dont fall for Filter 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Jojo had been chatting with a fine babe on Facebook for three months. Her pictures, Fire Skin smooth like pounded yam, eyes like angel’s torchlight, lips like jollof rice calling your name. He was in love digital love. So, on a sunny Sunrday, he told his guy, “lBro, today is the day. I’m finally meeting her. She said she’s coming in purple They waited under the tree with Jojo glued to his phone, staring at her profile picture like it was a treasure map. Then suddenly... She’s here ...Jojo's friend whispered, pointing at someone walking like she borrowed the body from her grandma and the face from a horror movie 🤣🤣 Jojo squinted. Humm..Yes oh, that’s her… but e be like Facebook lyed o. Maybe her app has too many filters🤣🤣🤣 Meanwhile, the lady was also side-eyeing the street.🤣 Where is this guy? If he doesn’t come in 5 minutes, I’m going back to my spiritual husband🤣🤣🤣 Don't fall in love with emojis and filters. Meet in real life before you donate your heart online🤣🤣🥰

Title: My Arranged Marriage Episode 1: The Day My Bride Brought Her Ex to Our Wedding I always knew my family was chaotic, but I didn’t know they were diabolical until the day I walked into my own wedding and nearly fainted. Not because of cold feet — but because the bride, the woman I was supposed to marry, was sitting on the stage laughing with her ex-boyfriend, whom she brought along like a plus-one. Yes, her ex. To our wedding. Let me start from the beginning. It began two months ago when Mama burst into my room like a hurricane dressed in Ankara and holy anointing. "Obinna, your bachelorhood is a spiritual attack!" She clutched her Bible and her phone, scrolling through WhatsApp pictures of potential wives like it was Tinder for African mothers. I was 29, a civil engineer in Lagos, and deeply single—not because I couldn't find love, but because the last girl I loved used my rent money to buy a Brazilian wig and disappeared with a sugar daddy who sold building materials. So, when Mama insisted on arranging a marriage, I laughed. Until Papa added his voice. “If you don’t marry before July, forget your inheritance. We will donate your land to the church!” July was two months away. That was how I met Amaka. Photos first. Then video calls. She was pretty. Soft-spoken. From Enugu. A nurse. And, according to her mother, a virgin. (My cousin Ugochi whispered, “Aunty, check that thing well. These days, even calculators reset.”) I agreed to meet her. She smiled, giggled, and spoke gently. But something felt... rehearsed. Like she was playing a role. Still, the wedding date was fixed. Invitations printed. Cow bought. Church booked. DJ paid. Mama danced every night to Flavour’s songs as if the wedding was her own. And then the big day came. The hall glittered with decorations. Guests arrived in gele and agbada. My friends teased me “Obinna, you go finally chop life!” Then I saw her. Amaka. Dressed in white. Gorgeous. Smiling. Until I noticed the man sitting beside her, whispering in her ear and holding her hand. I frowned. “Who is that?” I asked my brother. My brother squinted. “I think he came with the bride.” “Came with the" Before I could finish, Mama appeared beside me, all smiles and sweat. “You look handsome, my son. Now go and smile at your bride.” “I will smile after I know who that guy is.” Mama hissed and walked off. So, I marched up to Amaka, heart racing. “Who is this?” She blinked, calm. “Oh! Meet Chuka. My best friend. He’s like… family.” Chuka stood, extended his hand, smiling like a goat that just chewed your exam script. “Nice to meet you, bro.” Bro? I ignored his hand. “Can we talk privately?” Amaka sighed, dragged me aside, and said the thing that nearly made me remove my agbada and run home in boxers. “I invited him because... well... he’s important to me. We dated for six years. He’s the one who taught me how to love. But my parents didn’t approve. So I had to settle for this... arrangement.” I stood still, blinking. “Settle?” “Yes,” she said. “But you’re kind. You’ll understand.” Ladies and gentlemen, I did not understand. My uncle, who saw me shaking like a leaf, whispered, “Is it heartbreak or hunger? Should we bring you small jollof rice to calm your nerves?” I wanted to run, but the hall was full, the gifts were stacked, and the caterers were serving. A pastor was waiting. A crowd was watching. Then I remembered what my grandmother once said: “If you must embarrass the devil, do it with boldness.” So, I climbed the stage, grabbed the mic, and said: “Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you all for coming. But I just found out that I am not the main actor in this wedding. I am an extra.” Gasps. Chuka choked on his zobo. Amaka’s face turned pale. Mama tried to grab the mic, but I raised my hand dramatically. “This wedding is cancelled. But don’t worry there’s plenty of food. Eat, drink, and take selfies. Just know that Obinna has left the chat!” I walked out, head high, heart free. That night, I ate the wedding jollof alone in my boxers and watched Nollywood movies till 2 a.m. A week later, I met Adaeze, my neighbor who had always lent me pepper without asking for it back. She knocked on my door with a plate of hot rice and a smile. And guess what?

DAUGHTERS OF JEZEBEL 💀 (Campus war 🔥) Episode 15 Boss here is the boy they said while they were already forcing Dominic Bawa to go down on his knees. Blind folded him. Guys I told you people that I need money like m@d!!! I don't think the money they are going to pay us for this job will be enough. Let's use one stone to keel two birds. Collect hid phone let's call his family member for a ransom and after they send it then we can kpai him.Where is your phone!!! they shouted at him. In.... In ..... Inside my bag !! please don't keel me Dominic begged for his life. They brought out his phone and dial the recent contact which is his poor widow mother 🥹. Hello Dominic how are you doing? Now listen to me!!! this is not Dominic Bawa but he is in our custody. Say hello!! Say hello!! he shouted at Dominic while putting the phone on his ear. ( Remember he is not seeing 🥹 ). Hello mu....mmy he said stammering. Dominic what is happening to you his mother said this time she was already crying 😭😭. Now you listen to me you this old woman. I will send you an account number right now and you have just ten minutes to transfer the sum of five hundred thousand into it else you will come to the campus and carry your son's d ea d body. Aaaaaaaah his mother shouted. Dominic could hear his mother crying on phone and him too was crying. The most painful part wasn't him being kid n a p e d but hearing his mother cry. Please don't keel my son for me!!! I don't have money... I'm just a poor widow and that boy doesn't have a father!!! He is only lucky to get into that university by God's miraculous work... He is on scholarship please don't cut short his life for me... His father left me in this world and loosing him I don't think I can't survive it please have mercy on a poor widow 😭😭. As tears were rushing down his mother's eyes over there on phone so likewise Dominic was crying 😭😭😭. But he was also praying in his mind. It seems the voice of your son is not enough right?? I will snap his picture of him I have here with me and send it to you on through his Whatsapp and the next thing you will hear is g u n shot. Heeeeeeeeeeey God please save my son!!! that was the last thing his mother said before the phone was hang up. Where is the picture??? their leader demanded and it was given to him. Is there any need??? Please waste him let's get out of here. Wait!!!!!! he shouted. He beckon on the guy that wanted to pull the trigger to come closer. Are you sure is the person on this picture that is this??? Yes boss. Shit!!!!!! he exclaimed. He actually look at the clothes Dominic was wearing and shouted aaaaah it's true!!!!!!. What happened boss and what is true??? We can't keel him! What??? why ??? No harm must come to him not now, nor ever. He dialed Dominic mother's number again. Hello mummy I am very sorry ma! I was playing with your son. Your son is fine and I sorry the shock this must have caused you. Please can I talk to my son??? He will speak to you in few minutes time he said and hang up the phone. Take him and returned him back to where you carried him he commanded. That was how Dominic Bawa was delivered. Now Donatus the leader of this g an g was the same young man that Dominic gave his loaf of bread to when he was going to lecturer earlier in the morning. The very one who was holding his stomach in pain. When he was told that it was the same person that was on the picture, he actually look at Dominic and realized that was exactly the clothes he was putting on earlier today. You remember when David was the king of Israel, when the enemies encamp them at zigla and took away all their belongings including their wives. And God said run after, overtake and recover. You remember it was one of the enemy soldier who fainted on the way and was abandoned that David and his army met, give him bread and water to drink and when he was revived, he showed them how they can conquer and recover all. Just a little help today, just a little act of kindness today might save you tomorrow. Donatus went straight to lecturer. Nothing! I repeat absolutely nothing must happen to this boy in this campus else you will have me to contend with he said and threw the picture back to her and left in great anger.. indeed his word say in proverbs chapter 16 vs 7 that when a man's way pleases the Lord, he make even his enemy to be at peace with him".. Hahaha hahaha hahaha lecturer Mariwa laugh. We shall see about that. DOMINIC MUST DYE!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 To be continued ✍️✍️ For proper understanding, visit my page to read episodes before this and the ones ahead this. Follow the page to always get notifications on your news feed any time I drop new episode .

This Gada page speed now is the Bomb, keep it up gada but we will also appreciate if you can work on the picture post, is always coming up as error each time I tried to post a picture. Thankyou Gada for the great opportunity.

Can you name all the people in this picture ??