One day my mum told me a story, that, when she became pregnant of me, she experiences so many mysterious things, from terrible night mares to bleeding and different kind of troubles. During delivery it was hell, she never thought she could give birth, there in the labour room she remembered, Exodus 1:19, in this…
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In the days when men’s knees are buried in the earth with sincerity, their faces glued with tears and prayers to the cross, and their hearts holding a prism of blood and a liquid desire for the move of God in a generation, we can miss the revival we seek when it eventually comes. Sometimes,…
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The storm rattles the roots of our designs.Like Peter, on bended knees, we look to HimWho slumbers through the angry storm. In our zest to be one with God,Our daily wounds drag down our pace,The fog of pains blankets our sight,we become unsighted— like BartimeusBut the walls of the world can’t block our cries;Our fates…
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