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Hi Sister Mary

 I hope this msg find you well.

I have been off this network for sometimes

but I think is time to get back to my brethren in the lord

if you are still in this network you reach me at Anyanwy@hotmail.com

thanks

Evang. Ebere

May his presence never depart from you

OK Mary it seems that you have been working on alot of of the people on this site over the years so I am sure that what ever it was that you needed to talk about has been handled.

Mary is it,

Thank you for your posting on my page here. I have no idea who you are or anything about you . Do you have a profile on this site?

Trustee Coach, Dean Golden in the anointing of a Sovereign priest/coach according to the order or mantle of Melchizedek.

I WELCOME YOU AND I LOVE YOU  PLIZ READ THIS STORY OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Scars of Life


Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida little
boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind
his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran
out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as
he went.

He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward
the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the
shore.

His father working in the yard saw the two as they got
closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the
water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.

Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a
U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he
reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock
, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the
alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible
tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger
than the father, but the father was much too passionate to
let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams,
raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.

Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the
little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the
vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep
scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh
in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the
trauma, asked if he could show him his scars. The boy lifted
his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the
reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my
arms, too. I have them because my dad wouldn't let go."

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars,
too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful
past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us
deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God
has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's
been there holding on to you.

The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of
God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every
way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous
situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole
of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy
is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins -
and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very,
very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.

Please pass this on to those you care about. God has blessed
you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never
know where a person is in his/her life and what they are
going through.

Never judge another persons scars, because you don't know
how they got them. Also, it is soooo important that we are
not selfish to receive the blessings of these messages
without forwarding them to someone else.

Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and
you love them too enough to not let them go.

  REVEREND DAVID KYAMBADDE UGANDA

please contact me at apostlecmlr4fwfghgmin@yahoo.com then i will give you my number