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How Gender Prediction Worked For Me

I am pregnant for the second time and both times I really wanted to know the sex. Actually both times I had an incredibly strong sense of what the sex was form day one (conception) and just wanted the confirmation asap. I enjoy coming up with names early and imagining what they would be like and starting the bonding process. It’s just difficult for me, with my writer’s imagination, not to know the gender. From day one the story of my child starts and I enjoy the process of getting familiar with that story as soon as I can. It’s just how I like things. [What about you? Tell me your reason for finding out or not finding out in the comments] Continue reading “a girl or boy”

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Suffering is a Gift. Don’t Turn it Down

For it has been granted to you on behalf of Christ not only to believe in him, but also to suffer for him, since you are going through the same struggle you saw I had, and now hear that I still have.’ Phillippians 1:27-30

 

If you know about the apostle Paul, you know that he endured tremendous suffering. Paul said in Corinthians that he faced peril every hour and death every day. Just imagine literally facing death daily. Can we imagine that, those of us who have never faced it at all? Continue reading “joyful in suffering”

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10 Reasons Why Black Panther is Actually Revolutionary

I originally tried to stay away from commenting but was provoked (kindly) to say something, so I’ve done my very best to try to find the words after days of being, for the first time in my life, literally speechless. When I say something, it’s never short. I hope I can find the right words so that you can read to the end:

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How Jesus Can Fix Your Life

I remember it like it was yesterday although every time I think about it it is like watching someone else’s life, the main character I don’t recognise as myself. But she was me. That girl smoking the hardest weed with Rastas after a football match. That girl drunk for three weeks straight, hungover in church, avoiding my family. That was me, that girl who fell into the arms of any sweet-looking man who could make me feel loved. That girl who literally didn’t believe there was a single person on the earth who loved me. That girl who seemed like she was dancing like no one was watching but truly I was trying to shake off the leeching pain that was sucking me dry. That girl who was the life of the party because she was high, drunk and ‘free spirited’ yet who felt void of any life. That was me. Key word. Was. She was and never is to be again.  Continue reading “new”