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Old woman and her neighbour ❤️❤️❤️❤️

🌿 THE OLD WOMAN AND HER NEIGHBOUR
Episode 4 – The Man They Buried
Daniel stared at Mama Ijeoma.
His father's name was written on the old photograph.
His father's handwriting was inside the box.
And now this woman was telling him something that could change everything he believed about his family.
"Your father is not dead."
Daniel shook his head.
"No."
Mama Ijeoma wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I wish I could tell you that I'm lying."
"My father died twelve years ago."
"That is what everyone was made to believe."
Daniel stepped back.
"Who attended his burial?"
"I did."
"Then how can you say he's alive?"
Mama Ijeoma looked at him.
"Because I spoke to him last month."
Daniel's mouth fell open.
"You... spoke to my father?"
She nodded.
"On the phone."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know."
Daniel became frustrated.
"Then why are you playing games with me? Tell me everything!"
Mama Ijeoma took a deep breath.
"Your father discovered something he was never supposed to discover. He found evidence against powerful people who were stealing millions from the company where he worked."
Daniel listened carefully.
"When he threatened to expose them, they came after him."
"So he ran?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't he come home?"
"Because they threatened to kill you."
Daniel's anger suddenly disappeared.
He stared at her.
"Me?"
"You were only seventeen."
Mama Ijeoma nodded.
"Your father believed that disappearing was the only way to keep you alive."
Daniel sat down slowly.
For twelve years, he had believed his father abandoned him because he didn't care.
All those years...
He had been wrong.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Mama Ijeoma immediately stood up.
"Don't move."
The knocking came again.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Daniel whispered,
"Who is it?"
No answer.
Mama Ijeoma walked toward the window and carefully looked outside.
The black car was gone.
But there was someone standing near the gate.
Mr. Ade.
Daniel opened the door.
"Sir, what are you doing here?"
Mr. Ade rushed inside.
"Close the door!"
Daniel obeyed.
Mr. Ade looked at Mama Ijeoma.
"You finally told him?"
She nodded.
Mr. Ade sighed.
"We don't have much time."
Daniel stared at both of them.
"You two know each other?"
Mr. Ade gave a bitter smile.
"We know more about your family than you think."
Daniel was stunned.
"You said I should stay away from Mama Ijeoma."
"I had to."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't know who was watching you."
Mr. Ade reached inside his shirt and brought out a small envelope.
He handed it to Daniel.
"Your father gave me this twelve years ago."
Daniel opened it.
Inside was a photograph.
It showed three men standing together.
One was his father.
The second was a much younger Mr. Ade.
And the third man...
Daniel recognized immediately.
He was the current owner of the company where his father had worked.
Daniel looked up.
"What does this mean?"
Mr. Ade lowered his voice.
"Your father's disappearance was not the end of the story."
"What happened?"
"He was supposed to meet me the night he disappeared."
"But you never showed up."
Mr. Ade's eyes filled with regret.
"I was followed."
Daniel stared at him.
"And my father?"
"He came alone."
"What happened to him?"
Mr. Ade looked toward Mama Ijeoma.
"That's the question we've been trying to answer for twelve years."
Daniel's heart raced.
"Wait. You said my father is alive."
"I said Mama Ijeoma spoke to him last month."
"Then where is he now?"
Nobody answered.
Suddenly, Daniel's phone vibrated.
He looked at the screen.
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
He answered.
"Hello?"
For several seconds, there was only silence.
Then a man's voice spoke.
Older.
Tired.
But unmistakably familiar.
"Daniel."
Daniel froze.
His eyes filled with tears.
"Dad?"
Mama Ijeoma covered her mouth.
Mr. Ade stood completely still.
Daniel pressed the phone against his ear.
"Dad, where are you?"
The man took a deep breath.
"I don't have much time."
"Please! Tell me where you are!"
"Listen to me carefully."
Daniel's hands were shaking.
"Don't trust anyone."
"Who?"
"Not even the people who say they are protecting you."
Daniel looked at Mama Ijeoma and Mr. Ade.
Then his father said something that made his blood run cold.
"Ijeoma didn't tell you the whole truth."
Daniel slowly turned toward the old woman.
Mama Ijeoma's face changed.
"Dad, what do you mean?"
The call suddenly became distorted.
"Daniel..."
"Dad?"
"You must find the..."
The line went dead.
Daniel immediately called back.
The number was unavailable.
He looked at Mama Ijeoma.
"What did he mean?"
She was crying.
"I wanted to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
She remained silent.
Daniel's voice became louder.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
Mama Ijeoma finally whispered:
"I helped your father disappear."
Daniel stared at her.
"And I wasn't the only one."
Before he could ask another question...
A loud crash came from outside.
BOOM!
The front gate had been forced open.
Mr. Ade rushed to the window.
His face went pale.
"They found us."
Daniel looked outside.
Three men were walking toward the house.
One of them was carrying the same black bag Daniel had seen days earlier.
Mama Ijeoma grabbed Daniel's hand.
"There is a secret room behind the kitchen."
"What?"
"Go!"
Daniel hesitated.
"Why?"
Mama Ijeoma looked directly into his eyes.
"Because your father left something there for you."
The men reached the front door.
BANG!
The door shook.
Daniel and Mr. Ade rushed toward the kitchen.
Mama Ijeoma followed.
Just before they entered the hidden room, Daniel turned around.
"Ma..."
She looked at him.
"Whatever is inside..."
He swallowed.
"Was my father really trying to protect me?"
Mama Ijeoma nodded.
"With his life."
The front door burst open.
The three of them disappeared into the hidden room.
And behind them, the house was invaded.
Inside the secret room, Daniel found an old wooden box.
He opened it.
There was no money.
No documents.
No weapon.
Only a phone...
And a handwritten note.
Daniel picked up the note.
It contained just one sentence:
"If you have found this, Daniel, then the man you call your father has finally come home."
Daniel looked up.
From somewhere outside the secret room...
He heard a man's voice.
"Daniel..."
It was his father.
TO BE CONTINUED...

🌿 THE OLD WOMAN AND HER NEIGHBOUR
Episode 3 – The Man Inside the House
Daniel couldn't move.
He stared at the tiny recording device underneath the table.
A red light blinked slowly.
Someone had been listening to them.
Someone was inside the house.
Mama Ijeoma grabbed his arm.
"Don't make a sound."
Daniel nodded.
They stood completely still.
Then they heard it.
Creak...
A floorboard moved somewhere behind them.
Daniel looked toward the hallway.
There was nobody there.
Another sound followed.
Creak...
This time, it was closer.
Mama Ijeoma pointed toward a small wooden door at the end of the hallway.
Daniel whispered,
"What's behind that door?"
She didn't answer.
Instead, she pulled out the old key from the metal box.
"This house has a room I haven't opened in years."
"Why?"
"Because your father told me never to."
Daniel stared at her.
"Then why do you still have the key?"
Mama Ijeoma looked at him.
"Because I knew one day you'd come looking for answers."
She inserted the key.
Click.
The door opened.
Inside was a small, dusty room.
There was an old table, several boxes and a broken chair.
But something immediately caught Daniel's attention.
There were photographs covering the wall.
Photographs of his father.
His father at work.
His father entering buildings.
His father talking to different people.
And one photograph showed his father...
holding a newborn baby.
Daniel stepped closer.
"Who is that baby?"
Mama Ijeoma looked away.
"I don't know."
Daniel turned sharply.
"You knew my father for twenty-two years. Don't tell me you don't know."
She remained silent.
Daniel picked up another photograph.
This one showed his father standing beside a younger Mama Ijeoma.
On the back was a date.
August 24, 2004.
Daniel's birth date.
His hands began trembling.
"Ma..."
Mama Ijeoma closed her eyes.
"Daniel, there are things your father never wanted you to know."
"What things?"
Before she could answer, they heard a loud crash from the living room.
BANG!
Daniel ran out.
The metal box was gone.
The cassette tape was gone.
Someone had taken them.
The front door was still locked.
Daniel stared at Mama Ijeoma.
"How?"
She whispered,
"There's another entrance."
"Where?"
She pointed toward the kitchen.
They rushed there.
A small back door was slightly open.
Someone had escaped through it.
Daniel ran outside.
He looked left.
Nothing.
He looked right.
Then he saw a man disappearing around the corner.
"Hey!"
Daniel ran after him.
The man turned.
For just one second, Daniel saw his face.
And Daniel stopped.
He knew him.
Not personally...
But from somewhere.
It was the same man he had seen sitting inside the black car.
The man smiled.
Then disappeared into the darkness.
Daniel returned to the house.
Mama Ijeoma was standing beside the table.
She looked frightened.
"Did you see him?"
"Yes."
"Who was it?"
Daniel shook his head.
"I don't know."
Mama Ijeoma sighed.
Then she walked toward the wall and removed an old framed photograph.
Behind it was a small envelope.
She handed it to Daniel.
"Your father told me to give you this only if the people came looking for the box."
Daniel opened it.
Inside was a single piece of paper.
His father's handwriting was unmistakable.
Daniel read:
"My son, if you are reading this, then they have finally found you."
His heart raced.
He continued.
"There is one person you must never trust."
Daniel looked at Mama Ijeoma.
"Who?"
He read the next line.
His face suddenly changed.
The name written on the paper was someone he knew very well.
Someone he had trusted.
Someone who had been helping him since he moved into the neighbourhood.
Daniel slowly lowered the paper.
Mama Ijeoma looked at him.
"Who did he name?"
Daniel couldn't speak.
Then his phone rang.
He looked at the screen.
It was Mr. Ade, the elderly neighbour who had warned him to stay away from Mama Ijeoma.
Daniel answered.
Mr. Ade's voice was shaking.
"Daniel..."
"Sir?"
"Leave Mama Ijeoma's house immediately."
Daniel frowned.
"Why?"
There was silence.
Then Mr. Ade whispered:
"Because I know what happened to your father."
Daniel's heart stopped.
Before he could respond, Mr. Ade added:
"And Mama Ijeoma is not telling you the whole truth."
The call ended.
Daniel slowly looked at Mama Ijeoma.
She was already crying.
Then she said something that left him speechless:
"Your father is not dead."
TO BE CONTINUED...

🌿 THE OLD WOMAN AND HER NEIGHBOUR
Episode 2 – The Photograph
Daniel didn't sleep that night.
He kept staring at the photograph he had found on his doorstep.
His father.
Standing beside Mama Ijeoma.
The photograph looked old—probably more than twenty years old.
But there was something that frightened Daniel even more.
On the back, written in faded handwriting, were four words:
“He never told you.”
Daniel turned the photograph over again.
Then back again.
He couldn't understand it.
His father had always told him that he had never lived anywhere outside their family home.
So why was he standing beside Mama Ijeoma?
And why had she kept the photograph all these years?
The next morning, Daniel waited outside until Mama Ijeoma came out.
"Ma."
She stopped.
"Good morning."
"I need to ask you something."
She looked at him.
"What?"
Daniel brought out the photograph.
The moment Mama Ijeoma saw it, the colour disappeared from her face.
She quickly looked around.
"Where did you get that?"
"It fell from the bag you were carrying."
She reached for it.
Daniel pulled it away.
"No, Ma. Please. I need an explanation."
Mama Ijeoma stared at him for a long moment.
Then she whispered,
"Your father didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
She looked toward his house.
"Not here."
"Then where?"
"Come inside."
Daniel froze.
For years, nobody had been allowed inside Mama Ijeoma's house.
And now she was inviting him in.
He followed her.
The inside of the house was nothing like Daniel expected.
It was clean.
Quiet.
And strangely empty.
There were hardly any pieces of furniture.
No family photographs.
No television.
No decorations.
Just an old wooden cabinet against the wall.
Mama Ijeoma locked the door behind them.
Daniel became uncomfortable.
"Ma, why did you lock the door?"
"Because there are people watching this house."
Daniel stared at her.
"Who?"
She didn't answer.
Instead, she opened the wooden cabinet and removed a small metal box.
She placed it on the table.
Then she looked at Daniel.
"Your father came to me twenty-two years ago."
Daniel's heart began beating faster.
"Why?"
"He was running from someone."
"Who?"
Mama Ijeoma shook her head.
"I don't know their real name."
She opened the box.
Inside were several letters, an old key, and a small cassette tape.
Daniel picked up one of the letters.
The handwriting looked familiar.
It was his father's handwriting.
He began reading.
Ijeoma, if anything happens to me, never tell my son the truth unless the people looking for me find this house.
Daniel stopped reading.
His hands began to shake.
"What does this mean?"
Mama Ijeoma sat down.
"Your father was involved in something dangerous."
Daniel looked at her.
"My father?"
"Yes."
"What did he do?"
"He tried to expose people who were stealing money from a company where he worked."
Daniel frowned.
"My father was an accountant."
"I know."
"He never told me anything about this."
"Because he wanted to protect you."
Daniel looked at the old cassette.
"What is that?"
Mama Ijeoma's eyes filled with tears.
"Your father left that for you."
Daniel stared at her.
"Why didn't you give it to me before?"
"Because I promised him I would only give it to you when the time was right."
Daniel swallowed.
"Is now the right time?"
Mama Ijeoma looked toward the window.
"I think the right time has already passed."
Daniel frowned.
"What do you mean?"
She pointed toward the curtain.
"Look outside."
Daniel slowly moved toward the window.
Across the street was a black car.
It had been parked there since morning.
Someone was sitting inside.
Daniel stepped back.
"Who is that?"
"I don't know."
Mama Ijeoma's voice became shaky.
"But that car has been coming here for three days."
Daniel looked at her.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't want them to notice you."
Suddenly...
BANG!
Something hit the front door.
Both of them jumped.
Then came another sound.
BANG! BANG!
Daniel whispered,
"Who is outside?"
Mama Ijeoma grabbed his arm.
"Don't open that door."
The banging stopped.
Silence.
Then a man's voice came through the door.
"Ijeoma... we know you have the box."
Daniel looked at Mama Ijeoma.
Her face was filled with fear.
The man continued:
"Give it to us, or the boy will pay for his father's mistake."
Daniel's heart sank.
"How do they know I'm here?"
Mama Ijeoma didn't answer.
Then Daniel noticed something on the floor.
A tiny red light was blinking underneath the table.
A recording device.
Someone had been listening to their conversation.
Daniel slowly looked at Mama Ijeoma.
"Ma..."
She stared at the device.
Then whispered:
"There is someone inside this house."
Daniel's blood ran cold.
Because the front door was still locked.
And neither of them had entered the house with anyone.
TO BE CONTINUED...

WHO REMEMBERS THIS? 😭😂

If you grew up in the old days, then this picture probably just brought back a lot of memories! 😂

Back then, our parents didn't need long speeches to make us behave. Sometimes, all they needed to do was bring out THIS! 😭😂
The moment you saw it in your mother's or father's hand, your behaviour would change immediately. You suddenly remembered everything you were told to do. 😂

We were raised in a time when discipline was taken very seriously. Parents believed that correcting a child firmly was part of raising a responsible person. In many Nigerian homes, the cane was one of the traditional tools used for discipline.

But today, things have changed.
Many parents no longer discipline their children the way our parents did. And honestly, sometimes you look at some children's behaviour and ask:
“What happened to the discipline we had while growing up?” 🤔

However, maybe the lesson is not that we should bring back beating.
The real lesson is that children still need boundaries, correction, consequences, respect and proper upbringing.

We can choose better and safer ways to discipline children without abandoning discipline altogether.
Because discipline may have changed, but good parenting should never go out of fashion. ❤️

Now be honest… 😂👇

What was your parents' favourite punishment when you were growing up?

👉This cane 😭

👉Kneeling 😂

👉Standing outside 😩

👉No food/grounding 😭

👉“Wait until your father comes home!” 😂

👉Tell me yours in the comments! 👇🤣

🌿 THE OLD WOMAN AND HER NEIGHBOUR
Episode 1 – The Woman Who Never Opened Her Door
Nobody in the compound understood Mama Ijeoma.
She was the oldest person living on Olive Street, and for almost twenty years, she had lived alone in a small, faded bungalow at the very end of the street.
She was quiet.
Very quiet.
She rarely attended parties.
She didn't gossip.
She didn't borrow anything from her neighbours.
And strangely, she never allowed anyone to enter her house.
Not even the people who had lived beside her for years.
The neighbours had different stories about her.
Some said she was extremely wealthy.
Others said she had lost her entire family and had never recovered from it.
One woman even claimed that Mama Ijeoma was keeping something valuable inside the house.
But nobody knew the truth.
Until a young man moved into the house directly opposite hers.
His name was Daniel.
Daniel was 29, single, hardworking and new to the neighbourhood.
On his first morning, he greeted Mama Ijeoma politely.
"Good morning, Ma."
The old woman looked at him for a few seconds.
"Good morning."
She turned and walked away.
Daniel smiled.
"Okay... she's not very friendly."
He didn't think much of it.
But that night, something strange happened.
At exactly 2:00 a.m., Daniel heard three loud knocks on his door.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
He sat up in bed.
Who could possibly be knocking at that hour?
He slowly walked to the door and looked through the window.
Nobody.
He opened the door.
The compound was empty.
But something was lying on his doorstep.
A small brown envelope.
Daniel picked it up.
There was no name on it.
He opened it.
Inside was a single handwritten note.
His heart nearly stopped when he read it.
"Do not trust the woman living opposite you."
Daniel looked across the compound.
Mama Ijeoma's house was completely dark.
He quickly shut his door.
The next morning, Daniel decided to ask one of the neighbours about her.
He met Mr. Ade, an elderly man who had lived in the compound for years.
"Sir, please, can I ask you something about Mama Ijeoma?"
Mr. Ade immediately became serious.
"What about her?"
"How long has she lived here?"
"Long enough."
"Is she okay?"
Mr. Ade looked around before lowering his voice.
"Young man, my advice is simple."
"What?"
"Mind your business."
Daniel laughed nervously.
"Why?"
Mr. Ade shook his head.
"Because anyone who gets too close to that woman always regrets it."
Before Daniel could ask another question, Mr. Ade walked away.
That answer only made Daniel more curious.
Three nights later, Daniel woke up again.
This time, he heard something outside.
A woman's voice.
He quietly opened his window.
Mama Ijeoma was standing in front of her house.
But she wasn't alone.
A man in a black cap was standing beside her.
Daniel couldn't hear what they were saying.
Then the man handed her a small black bag.
Mama Ijeoma looked around nervously.
She suddenly looked directly toward Daniel's window.
Daniel quickly ducked.
His heart was racing.
After a few minutes, he looked again.
The man was gone.
Mama Ijeoma was standing alone.
But then she did something that frightened him.
She walked toward his house.
Daniel stepped away from the window.
A few seconds later...
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
The same three knocks.
Daniel froze.
Mama Ijeoma spoke from outside.
"Daniel."
He swallowed.
"Yes, Ma?"
"Open the door."
Daniel hesitated.
"Why?"
Her voice became softer.
"Because I know you saw me tonight."
Daniel's heart dropped.
He slowly opened the door.
Mama Ijeoma was standing there holding the same black bag.
She looked frightened.
"Ma, what is going on?"
She looked behind her before stepping closer.
Then she whispered something that Daniel never expected to hear.
"Someone has been trying to kill me."
Daniel stared at her.
"What?"
She grabbed his hand.
"And now..."
She looked directly into his eyes.
"They think you have something that belongs to me."
Daniel's face went pale.
"I don't have anything of yours."
Mama Ijeoma shook her head.
"You don't know what you have."
She turned around and walked back toward her house.
Daniel stood at his doorway, completely confused.
Then he noticed something on the floor.
A small photograph had fallen from the black bag.
He picked it up.
It showed Mama Ijeoma...
standing beside Daniel's father.
Daniel stared at the photograph in disbelief.
His father had been dead for twelve years.
And according to Daniel's family, his father had never even visited this part of the city.
He turned the photograph over.
There were only four words written at the back:
"He never told you."
Daniel looked toward Mama Ijeoma's house.
For the first time, he realized...
Maybe he hadn't moved into this neighbourhood by accident.
TO BE CONTINUED...

PASSWORD 🔐

A movie every Christian should watch! 🎬🙏
Have you ever asked yourself:
“Why do we pray, yet sometimes it seems like our prayers are not being answered?” 😭
What if sometimes the issue is not that God doesn't hear us, but that we don't understand the principles of having a deeper relationship with Him?
Just like a password gives you access, there are spiritual principles we need to understand in our walk with God.

1. KNOW YOUR FATHER AND THE GOD THEY SERVE — 1st PASSWORD 🔐

Knowing your Father means knowing the God your fathers serve.
We say, “The God of our fathers—the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”
But ask yourself:
Do you know the God your fathers serve?
I am not talking about our biological fathers here, but our spiritual fathers—men like Pastor E. A. Adeboye, Pastor Babalola, Pastor Kumuyi, and many other devoted servants of God who have spent their lives preaching the gospel, serving God, and pointing people back to Him.
Know the God they serve.
This is the first password. 🔐

2. HONOUR THE FATHER — 2nd PASSWORD 🔐

Honour and respect your spiritual fathers.
If you have been blessed, guided, corrected, encouraged, or spiritually nurtured through their teachings and ministry, learn to honour them.
Honour is not just in words; it should also be reflected in our actions and attitude.

3. ACTS OF SERVICE TO THE FATHER — 3rd PASSWORD 🔐

Don't only receive from your Father; learn to serve.
Serve God with your time, your gifts, your strength, your resources, and your life.
Ask yourself:
“What am I doing for the Kingdom of God?”

4. BLESS THE FATHER — 4th PASSWORD 🔐

Bless them with your prayers and, when you are able to, financially support the work of God.
Yes, they may not need your money, but they need your prayers. 🙏

Pray for your spiritual fathers. Pray for their strength, their families, their ministries, and the work God has committed into their hands.
Maybe the question shouldn't always be:
“God, why haven't You answered my prayer?”
Maybe we should also ask ourselves:
“Do I truly know You?”
“Am I honouring You?”
“Am I serving You?”
“Am I living according to Your will?”
“Am I grateful even while I wait?”

This movie really made me reflect. 😭❤️
Have you watched “PASSWORD”? 🎬
If you have watched it, what lesson stood out to you the most? 👇

And if you haven't watched it yet, would you watch a Christian movie that challenges you to examine your relationship with God?
Watch it and renew your strength. 🙏❤️

Sometimes, life happens, and you may find yourself questioning many things.

You may become disappointed by people in the church. You may be hurt by the actions of someone you trusted. You may even reach a point where you don't feel like going to church as much as before.

But please, don't let the actions of people make you give up on God. ❤️

Church is made up of human beings, but God is God.
People can disappoint you, but God will never stop being God.

You may have questions. You may be going through a difficult season. You may not understand why certain prayers have not been answered yet. You may even feel far away from Him.

But keep believing. Keep talking to Him. Keep trusting Him.
Your relationship with God is bigger than a building, a denomination, or the imperfections of people.

Church or no church, never stop loving God. Never stop believing in Him. Never stop seeking Him. 🙏❤️
Human beings can't hold your future in their hands, but God decides.

Let me ask you:.

👉 Have you ever been hurt or disappointed by someone in church?

👉 Did that experience ever make you question your faith?

👉 Can someone stop going to church and still genuinely have a relationship with God?

👉 What would you tell someone who is losing faith because of the actions of Christians?

Let's have a respectful conversation in the comments. 👇❤️

May we never allow the failures of men to make us lose faith in the One who never fails. 🙏

One thing that caught my attention about this family is not the positions they hold, but the bond they share as a family. ❤️

Sometimes, when one member of a family succeeds, others begin to see themselves as competitors. Jealousy, resentment, comparison, and unnecessary conflicts can slowly destroy the love that once held the family together.

But imagine a family where everyone supports one another, celebrates each other's progress, and understands that one person's success does not reduce another person's value.
Family should be a place where we lift one another up. 🤝❤️

Today, it may be one person who is doing well. Tomorrow, it may be another. When there is genuine love and unity, the success of one family member becomes a source of joy and inspiration to everyone.

Let us learn to celebrate our siblings, support our spouses, encourage our children, respect our parents, and pray for one another.
Don't let money, position, inheritance, or success destroy the bond between you and your family.
A family that stands together is already blessed. 🙏❤️

May God give us families where love is stronger than competition, unity is stronger than disagreement, and genuine support is stronger than jealousy.
Let us build families that our children will be proud to belong to. ❤️

What can you say about this family?
Do you agree with my write up?

There is something about God: once you genuinely acknowledge and praise Him, He will always stand by you and support you in difficult times.

David was a man after God’s heart. Why? Because he knew how to praise God and always ran to Him whenever he found himself in one sin or another. He always asked God for mercy and trusted in God’s forgiveness.

Governor , I don’t know him personally, but there is something I know about him: he is never ashamed to dance before God, sing praises, and humble himself before Him. So, tell me, why wouldn’t things work out for him?

When you know that God is the one to call upon in difficult times, He will always be there to answer you.

“Who among you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him?”

Matthew 7:9–11

We are mortal human beings, yet we know how to love and care for our children. How much more our Heavenly Father, who loves us beyond our understanding?

So, when a person knows whom to call upon in difficult times, he can be assured that God will never abandon him. Keep trusting God, keep praising Him, and keep looking up to Him.
Once again, congratulations, Your Excellency! 🎉🎊
May God continue to guide him, strengthen him, bless him, and uphold him in all his endeavours. 🙏❤️

Let know how to seek our father's face
He is the present help in times of troubles