👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Waiting- hurts ☹

 

The fate of parents is to wait for their children. They wait during pregnancy, they wait after school, they wait for them to return home after a night out. They wait as their children start their own lives. They wait for them to come home from work to a warm dinner. They wait with love, with anxiety, and sometimes with fleeting anger that dissipates as soon as they see their children and can embrace them.

Make sure your elderly parents don't have to wait any longer. Visit them, love them, hug the ones who loved you like no one else ever will. Don't keep them waiting; they're expecting this from you.

Because bodies age, but the hearts of parents never grow old. Love them as much as you can. No one will love you like your parents do. ❤️

🍃Useless turns to useful🌲

 My mother used to cook beans, but before she cooked them, she would pick out the bad and dirty ones and throw them in our backyard, only cooking the good beans.

But when the rain came, those dirty and bad beans became seeds, grew, and looked beautiful. Interestingly, the same person who threw them away started harvesting them, realizing that the beans she discarded had value after all.

• Now, let me tell you:

1. Don't cry when people throw you aside.

2. Don't cry when they reject you.

3. Don't cry when they look down on you.

4. Some may see you as a burden.

5. Some may say you’re too slow or dull.

6. Some may blame you for your past mistakes. Don't worry.

The rain is coming, and the same people who rejected you will invite you back.

God loves even those who are left out and looked down upon. God will bless you—just stay connected to Him, and everyone will see how valuable you are.

🧡Lies my mom told me👧

 

8 LIES MY MOM TOLD ME

This story began when I was a child. I was born into a poor family that often didn’t have enough food to fill our hungry stomachs. During meal times, Mother would give me her portion of rice. As she transferred her rice into my bowl, she would always say, “Eat this rice, son. I’m not hungry.”

That was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew up, my persevering mother spent her spare time fishing to provide me with nutrition. She would cook fresh fish soup for me, and while I ate, she would sit beside me, quietly picking at the remnants left on the fish bones I had finished. Feeling touched, I would offer her the other fish portion, but she always refused, saying, “Eat the fish, son. I don’t really like fish.”

That was Mother’s Second Lie.

When I was in junior high school, Mother took on extra work assembling used matchboxes to help fund my studies. One night, I woke up and saw her still working by candlelight. I said, “Mom, go to sleep. It’s late, and you have to work tomorrow.” She smiled and replied, “Go to sleep, dear. I’m not tired.”

That was Mother’s Third Lie.

The final term arrived, and Mother took leave from work to be with me. She patiently waited for hours in the heat while I finished my exam. When it ended, she welcomed me and poured a cup of tea from a flask. Seeing her covered in sweat, I offered her my cup, but she pushed it back and said, “Drink, son. I’m not thirsty!”

That was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After my father died, my mother had to provide for us alone. Life became harder, more complicated, and we suffered daily. Despite our worsening situation, we were blessed with a kind old man who visited and helped us occasionally. Neighbors often advised my mom to remarry, but she refused, saying, “I don’t need love.”

That was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I finished my studies and got a job, it was time for my mom to retire. But she didn’t want to, she went to the marketplace every morning to sell vegetables to support herself. I worked in another city and often sent her money to help, but she wouldn’t accept it. Sometimes, she even sent the money back, saying, “I have enough money.”

That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

With my Bachelor's Degree, I pursued a Master's funded by a company scholarship and got a job there. I planned to bring my mother to live with me so she could enjoy her life in the city, but she didn’t want to inconvenience me. She said, “I’m not used to that kind of life, son.”

That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.

In her later years, Mother became seriously ill and needed to be hospitalized. I traveled across the ocean to be by her side. She lay weak and exhausted on her bed after surgery, her frail appearance a stark reminder of the toll the illness had taken. Though she tried to smile warmly, it was clear it took considerable effort on her part. Seeing her like this broke my heart, and my tears flowed freely without me even realizing. Despite her own suffering, she gathered her remaining strength and said softly, “Don’t cry, my dear. I’m not in pain.”

That was Mother’s Eighth and Last Lie.

After uttering her final lie, my beloved mother closed her eyes forever, leaving behind a poignant silence that spoke louder than words ever could.

I realized that the greatest acts of love are often hidden behind simple, everyday sacrifices. Cherish the silent struggles of those who love us, for they reveal the depth of their devotion.

😳Dont scared of mistakes ☺️

 

If milk gets bad, it becomes yoghurt. Yoghurt is more valuable than milk. If it gets even worse, it turns to cheese. Cheese is more valuable than both yoghurt and milk. And if grape juice turns sour, it transforms into wine, which is even more expensive than grape juice. You are not bad because you made mistakes. Mistakes are the experiences that make you more valuable as a person. Christopher Columbus made a navigational error that made him discover America. Alexander Fleming’s mistake led him to invent Penicillin. Don’t let your mistakes get you down. It is not practice that makes perfect. It is mistakes we learn from that makes perfect!  

Don't be scared of mistakes 

more bigger steps ahead 

just keep going.

💑 Stages of Marriage 👫

 THE DIFFERENT STAGES OF MARRIAGE.

1. THE AMAZEMENT STAGE: This is the "wow" stage. Lots of new things to discover with your spouse. The newness, the freshness is so amazing. Sleeping on the same bed, wearing the same attire, cooking for him, doing house chores with her, bathing together. Wearing your dazzling wedding ring everywhere, turning people's head at the newest couple around. Loads and lots of fun. Sexual exploration and excitement. Being in control of your kitchen, feeding him and lots more. It's the honeymoon stage and it's so so beautiful.

2. THE IRRITATION STAGE: This is when you begin to notice weaknesses you have overlooked or blissfully wish they go away but didn't. The repetition of such weaknesses begins to work on your nerves and you are getting irritated: he snores a lot, she is slow in the kitchen, she belches loudly, he screams unnecessarily, she won't bathe before coming to bed or shave, he spends many hours watching football and ignores you when you talk. "What's just wrong with this guy?" You think aloud, well it's part of marriage.

3. THE ANGER STAGE: This is when the repetition of such weaknesses gets on your nerves and you display your anger. The introverted partners stuffs it in and either keep malice, avoid you or stubbornly continue with the irritating habit. It's the stage you begin to wonder: "have I really married the wrong guy?" "Have I married the wrong woman?" No, you did not, you are simply going through a phase together.

4. THE RESOLUTION STAGE: When you both begin to face the reality of marriage and acknowledge your partner's weaknesses. You eventually realize anger and malice does not solve any problem and begins to find ways to deal with your differences, both of you begin to compromise here and there and adjust to each other.

5. THE ACCEPTANCE STAGE: When it dawned on you that some things are just part of your partner and may never change. You resigned from anger, abuse and quarrel and choose to accept them, lovingly adjust to them and enjoy them regardless of their weaknesses.

6. THE RESTFUL STAGE:This is the stage you permanently accept them with all their strengths, weaknesses, short comings and flaws and love them unconditionally regardless of what they do. This is real love -agape, divine and true. You reconnect emotionally, spiritually and physically at a deeper level and enjoy honey moon again while building a lasting marriage regardless of the challenges you face.

There is no perfect marriage. Every marriage goes through this stages. How you handle it will determine if you will come out bitter or better.

You don't have to abuse your spouse or keep malice if God is at the centre of your home and you obey the word of God daily.

Nevertheless, do not be disappointed if you go through the unpleasant stages in marriage. It is a phase and will surely end.

Handle your marriage with wisdom and keep loving regardless of the challenges you face. That is what will make your marriage a heaven on earth experience. Thanks for reading.

👩‍✈️🕵️‍♀️👮‍♀️👩‍🚒👸🧕👩‍🦰She doesn't work👩‍⚕️👩‍🎓👩‍🏫👩‍⚖👩‍🍳👩‍🌾👩‍🏭👩‍🎨👩‍💼

 MY WIFE DOES NOT WORK!!!

Conversation between a Husband (H) and a Psychologist (P):

P: What do u do for a living Mr. Bandy?

H: I work as an Accountant in a Bank.

P: your Wife ?

H: She doesn't work, She's only a housewife.

P: Who makes breakfast for your family in the morning?

H: My Wife, because she doesn't work.

P: At what time does your wife wake up for making breakfast?

H: She wakes up at around 5am because she cleans the house first before making breakfast.

P: How do your kids go to school?

H: My wife takes them to school, because she doesn't work.

P: After taking ur kids to school, what does she do?

H: She goes to the market, then goes back home for cooking and laundry. You

know she doesn't work.

P: In the evening, after you go back home from office, what do you do?

H: Takes a rest because I’m tired due to all day's work.

P: What does your wife do then?

H: She prepares meals, serving our kids, preparing meals for me and cleaning

the dishes, cleaning the house then taking kids bed.

***Whom do you think works more from the story above???

The daily routines of your wives commence from early morning to late night and

you called that DOESN'T WORK?

Yes, being housewives do not need certificate of Study, even high position,

but their role/part is very important!

Appreciate your wives because their sacrifices are uncountable, this should be a

reminder and reflection for all of us to understand and appreciate each others

roles.

***All about a woman***

When she is quiet, millions of things are running in her mind.

When she stares at you she is wondering why she loves you so much in spite of

being taken for granted.

When she says I will stand by you she will stand by you like a rock.

Never hurt her or take her wrong for granted.

A very heart touching message by a

woman.

Someone asked her, Are you a working woman or a housewife?

She replied:

Yes, I am a full-time

working housewife.

9+

I work 24 hours a day.

I'm a Mum.

I'm a Wife.

I'm a Daughter.

I'm a Daughter-in-law.

I'm an Alarm clock.

I'm a Cook.

I'm a Maid.

I'm a Teacher.

I'm a Waiter.

I'm a Nanny.

I'm a Nurse.

I'm a Handyman.

I'm a Security officer.

I'm a Counselor.

I'm a Comforter.

I don't get holidays.

I don't get sick leave.

I don't get day off.

I work through day and night.

I'm on call all hours and get paid with a

sentence.

***What Do you do all Day??

***Dedicated to all women***

Woman has the most unique character like salt, her presence is never

remembered but her absence makes all the things tasteless.

Pass it to all the lovely ladies...

Your Mother.

Your Wife.

Your daughter.

Your sister and your friend.

Share to every woman to make her smile and to every man to make him realize a

woman's worth.

 Amen....🙏🙏

🧔Father's handprints 👐

~Father's handprints ~ 

✋🏽 🖐🏽 🤚🏽 

Father had grown old and would take support of the wall while walking. As a result the walls had discoloured, wherever he used to touch and his fingerprints got printed on the walls.

My wife detected this and would often complain about the dirty looking walls.

One day, he was having headache, so he massaged some oil onto his head. So, while walking oil stains were formed on the walls. 

My wife screamed at me seeing this.  And I in turn shouted at my father and spoke to him rudely, advising him not to touch the walls while walking.

He looked hurt. I also felt ashamed of my behaviour , but did not say anything to him.

Father stopped holding the wall while walking. And fell down one day. He became bedridden and left us shortly. I felt guilt in my heart and could never forget his expressions and forgive myself of his demise shortly thereafter. 

After sometime,  we wanted to get our house painted. When the painters came, my son, who adored his grandfather,  did not allow the painters to clean father's fingerprints, and paint those areas.

The painters were very good and innovative. They assured him that they will not remove my father's fingerprints/ handprints, rather would draw a beautiful circle around these marks and create a unique design.

This continued thereafter and those prints become part of our house. Every person visiting our home admired our unique design. 

With time, I also grew old.

Now I needed the support of wall to walk. One day while walking, I remembered 

my words to my father, and tried to walk without support. My son saw this and immediately came to me and asked me to take support of the walls while walking, expressing concern that I would have fallen without support, I realised that my son was holding me.

My grand daughter immediately came forward and affectionately,  asked me put my hand on her shoulder for support. I almost started crying silently. Had I done the same for my father, he would have lived longer.

My grand daughter took me along and made me sit on the sofa.

Then she took out her drawing book to show me.

Her teacher had admired her drawing and given her excellent remarks. 

The sketch was of my father's handprint on the walls. 

*Her  comment -  “wish every child loves elders in same way.”*

I came back to my room and started crying profusely, asking forgiveness from my father, who was no more.

*We also grow old with time.  Let's take care of our elders and teach the same to our children.*

**************

😥😰😭🙏🫡

🏅The best yet to come🎀

 The best has been kept aside for the chosen one!

It would be kept safe till you arrive there

God has set aside your blessing for you

No man could stop it from reaching your hands

God has glorious plans for your life

None of them shall be thwarted

God knows what is best for you

He knows your past, present and your future

Though we may not perceive what He has for us

He is still working on our behalf

Believe, the best is in store for you!

God always gives the best to His beloved ones

*1 Samuel 9:23*

*Samuel said to the cook, “Bring the piece of meat I gave you, the one I told you to lay aside."*

YOUR PIECE OF MEAT HAS BEEN SET ASIDE FOR YOU! NONE CAN STEAL YOUR BLESSING!! YOU WILL SURELY INHERIT THE BLESSINGS HE HAS IN STORE YOU - JUST BELIEVE!!!

🎀Valuable gift🎁

 

*A Touching Story*

“In 1979, I was managing a Wendy's in Port Richey, Florida.  

Unlike today, staffing was never a real problem, but I was searching for a someone to work three hours a day only at lunch. I went thru all my applications and most were all looking for full time or at least 20 hours per week. I found one however, buried at the bottom of a four-inch stack that was only looking for lunch part-time. His name was Nicky. 

Hadn't met him but thought I would give him a call and see if he could stop by for an interview. When I called, he wasn't in but his mom said she would make sure he would be there.

At the accorded time, Nicky walked in. One of those moments when my heart went in my throat. Nicky had Downs Syndrome. His physical appearance was a giveaway and his speech only reinforced the obvious. I was young and sheltered. Had never interacted on a professional level with a developmentally disabled person. I had no clue what to do, so I went ahead and interviewed him.

He was a wonderful young man. 

Great outlook.

Task focused. 

Excited to be alive. 

For reasons only God knew at that time, I hired him. 3 hours a day, 3 days a week to run a grill. I let the staff know what to expect. Predictably, the crew made sure I got the message, "no one wants to work with a retard."

To this day I find that word offensive. We had a crew meeting, cleared the air, and prepared for his arrival. Nicky showed up for work right on time.

He was so excited to be working. He stood at the time clock literally shaking with anticipation. He clocked in and started his training. Couldn't multi task, but was a machine on the grill. Now for the fascinating part.....

Back in that day, there were no computer screens to work from. Every order was called by the cashier.

It required a great deal of concentration on the part of all production staff to get the order right.

While Nicky was training during his first shift, the sandwich maker next to him asked the grillman/trainer what was on the next sandwich. 

Nicky replied, "single, no pickle no onion." A few minutes later it happened again. It was then that we discovered Nicky had a hidden and valuable skill.

He memorized everything he heard! Photographic hearing ? WHAT A SKILL ! It took 3 days and every sandwich maker requested to work with Nicky. He immediately was accepted by the entire crew. After his shift he would join the rest of his crew family, drinking Coke like it was water! 

It was then that they discovered another 

Rainman-esque trait. 

Nicky was a walking/talking perpetual calendar! With a perpetual calendar as a reference, they would sit for hours asking him what day of the week was December 22, 1847 or some more. He never missed. This uncanny trait mesmerized the crew.

His mom would come in at 2 to pick him up.

More times than not, the crew would be back there with him hamming it up. 

As I went to get him from the back, his mom said something I will never forget. "Let him stay there as long as he wants.

He has never been accepted anywhere like he has been here." I excused myself and dried my eyes, humbled and broken-hearted at the lesson I just learned.

Nicky had a profound impact on that store. His presence changed a lot of people. Today I believe with every fiber of my body that Nicky's hiring was no accident. God's Timing and Will is Perfect.

We are all like Nicky. 

We each have our shortcomings. We each have our strong points. But we are all of value. God made us that way and God doesn't make mistakes. 

*Nicky certainly wasn't a mistake.*

He was a valuable gift that I am forever grateful for. 

God doesn't care if you are rich or poor, republican or democrat,  black or white. 

He doesn't care if your chromosome structure is perfect. 

He doesn't care what level of education you have attained. 

So let’s check our hearts. ❤️

*There is a little bit of Nicky in all of us and I suspect there is a Nicky somewhere in your life that is looking for the chance to be embraced.*❤️❤️

After Death

 (Borrowed)

MY HOUSE WAS ABOUT TO BE LOCKED ......

 On the 29th of November 2018 just because I was not able to pay the rent.

I posted it on facebook seeking for help, but all I got were 2 likes & zero comments.

So l sent 250 messages to my contact list requesting for a loan of $1500.

Sadly only 10 people replied. 6 out of the 10 claimed they couldn't help. Only 1 out of the 4 who said they could help actually gave me some money but the rest only gave me excuses and never picked my calls. 

In the end, my door was locked.

 I had no where to sleep. 

I walked in the dark seeking options and sadly a thief stole my empty purse with my identity card in it. 

He was badly hit by a fast moving car as he was running away, so he died. 

Fast forward>> The next day, news quickly spread around that I had died.

About 2,500 people posted on my wall how they knew me. 

How great I was !

A committee was formed by my,

 *loyal friends* who contributed $18000 to feed guests at my funeral.

My colleagues at work teamed up and brought another $4500 for a coffin, tents and chairs.

I was to be burried in a coffin worth $1500- the same amount I needed for rent.

Relatives also met. It was a rare occasion for them to meet, so they met and contributed an extra $3000.

Everyone wanted to volunteer in order to appear they were helping. 

They printed T-shirts with my image. 

Each T-Shirt costing $2,50, so the T-shirt man made about $25000 from my presumed death.

Everyone wanted to speak at my funeral. 

There was drama all over from people who never knew how l survived. 

There was even rumour that I was murdered by my friends. 

Speeches were made on how talented I was, even by those who never attended my events. 

The few friends who supported me didn't even get the chance to speak during my funeral - although they knew the Truth. 

In fact, they were prime suspects for my ‘death’.

You could imagine how the scene turned after I showed up alive! 

Some thought l was a ghost.

*THIS IS THE IRONY OF LIFE; WE LOVE THE DEAD MORE THAN THE LIVING*

~ Author Unknown

It's the absolute truth of today's world..