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Heavenly Father,As we step into the month of August, we thank You for the gift of life and the grace to see a new beginn...
01/08/2025

Heavenly Father,
As we step into the month of August, we thank You for the gift of life and the grace to see a new beginning. Go before us and make every crooked path straight. Fill our days with peace, our hearts with joy, and our hands with purpose. Let this month bring new opportunities, divine connections, and unexpected blessings. Strengthen us to overcome every challenge and shine Your light through us in all we do.

Amen.

31/07/2025

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“Lord, as I rise this morning, I thank You for the gift of life, strength, and provision. Just as this plate is filled, ...
29/07/2025

“Lord, as I rise this morning, I thank You for the gift of life, strength, and provision. Just as this plate is filled, may my day be filled with peace, purpose, and progress. Bless the work of my hands and satisfy my soul with good things. Amen. 🙏🏾”

28/07/2025

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“Lord, as I lay to rest, I thank You for today’s grace.Cover me with Your peace, protect my dreams,and prepare my heart ...
27/07/2025

“Lord, as I lay to rest, I thank You for today’s grace.
Cover me with Your peace, protect my dreams,
and prepare my heart for a beautiful tomorrow.
Amen. 🙏✨”

– Days with Gladys

27/07/2025

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27/07/2025

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26/07/2025

Whispers of a Saturday Night”

As the city slowly slipped into slumber, the moon peeked through the clouds to watch two love birds curled beside each other under a starry sky.

They didn’t say much — just shared gentle glances, fingers laced, hearts in rhythm.

“We survived another week,” she whispered.

“And loved through it all,” he replied.

They didn’t need a fancy dinner or loud music. Just each other, the night breeze, and the promise of tomorrow.

And so, with a kiss on the forehead and a prayer in their hearts, they drifted into dreams — together.

Good night my besties 👯

Heavenly Father,Thank You for the gift of this new Saturday.As I rise today, I ask for peace in my heart, clarity in my ...
26/07/2025

Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the gift of this new Saturday.
As I rise today, I ask for peace in my heart, clarity in my mind,
and strength in my steps.
Let today be filled with joy, favor, and divine direction.
Protect me and my loved ones, and help us walk in love and purpose.
Amen. 🙏Good morning my 👯‍♀️

Have a blessed Saturday! 💛

25/07/2025

Title: “The Promise That Never Came”

Amaka was just 19, a village girl with dreams as big as the sky. She was pure, untouched, and full of hope. When she met Mr. Kenneth, a 35-year-old businessman who visited her town often, her heart skipped in ways she couldn’t explain.

He was charming, gentle, and always made her feel seen. He told her things no one ever had — that she was beautiful, special, and deserved to be loved deeply. She didn’t know he was married at first. And when she found out, it was too late — her heart had already chosen him.

“I’ll leave her for you,” he whispered once, brushing her cheek. “You’re the one I want.”

Against her better judgment, Amaka believed him. One rainy evening under the mango tree by her compound, she gave herself to him, trusting his love and his promises. That night changed everything.

Weeks turned into months. Then came the nausea… the missed periods… the truth she couldn’t hide anymore. She was pregnant.

She told him, expecting tears, joy, or at least a plan.

Instead, he looked away and muttered, “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

His visits stopped. His calls became cold. And soon, he disappeared — back to his wife, his life, his lies.

Amaka bore her pain in silence, her stomach growing as her dreams shrank. The village whispered. Her parents wept. But she stood tall, because growing inside her was a child born from love — even if that love had betrayed her.

And though Kenneth never came back, Amaka promised herself one thing: Her child would never feel abandoned the way she did. She would be both mother and father. Stronger. Wiser.

She was no longer the girl waiting for promises. She was now the woman writing her own future.

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