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WELCOME TO MY BLOG

DEAR READER,
Welcome to my blog...

God laid it in my heart to pen my thoughts down and write about my unique journey of faith, hope and trust in God's unchanging word.

As I let God direct my thoughts, I know you would be blessed, inspired, motivated and above all,
your faith in God would be stirred.

The just shall live by their faith: Habk 2:4 this blog is hinged on this scripture and I know that because I have faith in God's word nothing shall be impossible to me.


Read on and be blessed.

Comments

Peter Echemi said…
Ive truly been inspired,may God lift you higher than your thoughts or imagination.
15 March 2013 at 04:50
Stella Agwor said…
AMEN..I YIELD MYSELF TO YOU HOLY SPIRIT.BE GLORIFIED.
16 March 2013 at 00:50
Esine Edu said…
You are indeed a vessel of honour... Fit for the Master's use. To see you glorify the Lord in this magnitude and inspire souls, God will definitely make your voice heard.
27 March 2013 at 20:49
Stella Agwor said…
Amen aunty Esine..God would be glorified in our lives in Jesus mighty name.Amen
10 April 2013 at 22:59
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