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Pardon my bluntness…..there is nothing special about you or your situation. Bad as it may seem, nothing is unique to you. You would be terribly wrong to assume so. I dare not trivialize or discredit you experiences. I am on your side, the side of man. I may as well be speaking for and to myself. When the fires rise, when pains sore, when grieve deepens…unpleasant situations that characterizes this broken life, nothing is unique to you.
The degree of our pains may differ but we are all in it. We all have our demons. If you dwell so much on your pains, you may be isolated from the help you so desperately need. While drowning in bitterness and self-pity, hope loses meaning and even God ceases to make sense. It becomes impossible to focus on life and make something out of it.
You should know, it is not your fight. You are not alone in the battle of life. We are soldiers in the same army fighting in different fronts. We are all defenders of destiny fighting accusers, deceivers, devours and slavers. We take turns in the front lines where our fight is fiercest. We stand firm, we make our fight count because our children, wives, husbands, fathers and mothers await our return. We return covered in the blood, marred by scars, but alive and victorious.

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  1. You really should consider reviving this blog. This is so apt in this season of gloom. *sigh

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