Tuesday 15 October 2024

Heavenly Father, Let There Be Peace...


 

Heavenly Father,

We come before You, seeking Your divine guidance and grace. In a world that often feels divided and troubled, we ask for Your peace to fill every heart, every home, and every nation. Let Your love flow through us, calming fears, healing wounds, and bridging the gaps that separate us from one another.

We pray for understanding where there is confusion, for unity where there is division, and for compassion where there is pain. Help us to see beyond our differences, and teach us to reach out to one another with kindness and respect. May we be instruments of Your peace, bringing comfort to those in distress and hope to those who feel lost.

Lord, we ask for peace in places torn by conflict, for an end to the suffering of the innocent, and wisdom for those in power. Guide the hearts of leaders around the world, so that they may seek the path of dialogue, justice, and harmony.

May Your peace, which surpasses all understanding, spread across the earth, touching every soul. Help us to remember that peace begins within us, and inspire us to act with love, patience, and forgiveness in our daily lives.

We place our trust in You, Lord, knowing that Your love can transform even the darkest of times. Let peace reign, now and always.

Amen.



Thank You Father...

 


Heavenly Father,

We come before You with hearts full of gratitude. We thank You for the gift of Your Son, Jesus Christ, who came to show us the way, the truth, and the light. Through His love, sacrifice, and grace, we have been blessed with salvation, hope, and peace.

Thank You, Lord Jesus, for Your unwavering love that remains with us through every trial and triumph. You have been our guide, our comforter, and our friend, even in the moments when we felt lost or alone. We are grateful for the way You have carried us, renewed our spirits, and strengthened our faith.

On this day, we praise You for the blessings we always receive: the breath in our lungs, the warmth of loved ones, and the small, simple joys that fill our days. May our hearts remain open to Your love and reflect Your kindness, compassion, and mercy in everything we do.

We ask for Your continued guidance, so that we may walk in Your light and share Your love with the world. Thank You, Jesus, for being our Savior, Redeemer, and everlasting hope.

Amen.



Sunday 25 August 2024

The Demons Who Took Everything Away from Me.


My so-called friends used to say Terry you have a complete family. A good life, and a good job, I used to say God has blessed me, and by saying that some people or should I correctly say those demons were jealous.

Those were real demons who haunted me all my life. They used to go so far as to say Terry you had a better deal, and laugh at me. But they would say Terry why would you be hot-tempered, they would why are you lying to yourself that the past held no sway over the future. 

But in the end. They said that I was rewarded by my misdeeds, and that is why God took everything away from me my family and all, and unleashed me to suffer from now on. They said this life will follow you always Terry, no matter how much you do good. No matter how much I prayed to God they said. It clings on to me, infecting everyone that comes close to me. 

Those demons went out of the way to even say I was cursed they said.

The night my family was taken from me, it felt like the world had ripped itself apart. One moment, we were together—laughing, planning our future—and the next, they were gone. Stolen by something dark, something far more sinister than any human cruelty. It was as though a black cloud had descended upon my life, swallowing everything in its path. My home, job, and happiness vanished, consumed by this unseen force.

I had no name for what took them at first, only that it was evil. A pure, malevolent evil that worked silently in the shadows, leaving devastation in its path. In the days that followed, I fell into despair. I gave up hope, feeling as though I had been marked by something that would never let go. The demons—real demons—had taken everything from me. My wife, my children, the life I had built with my own hands. And worst of all, they had taken away any reason I had left to live.

The world became a blur of emptiness. People would ask, “Terry, what are you going to do now? Everything is gone. What’s left for you?” I had no answer. I never did. The voices that asked were not kind; they belonged to those demons, mocking me, taunting me, as if the agony they had already inflicted wasn’t enough. They wanted more. They wanted to see me broken, to see me crawling on the ground, a shell of the man I once was.

But then came that day. A day unlike any other. 

I had wandered, desperate for anything that would numb the pain. That was when something—no, someone—intervened. It was like the sky opened, and a faint but unmistakable light shone through. It wasn’t a voice, but a feeling. A message, a gift from God. A path forward. At that moment, something stirred in me, a semblance of hope. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Enough to remind me that maybe, just maybe, my story wasn’t over yet. Maybe there was something more—something good still waiting to happen.

That’s when I realized: I wasn’t meant to just grieve in silence. I wasn’t alone, even though the darkness had tried to make me feel that way. God had given me an opportunity. An opportunity to rebuild, to start from nothing and craft something better than the shattered remains of my old life. It was a gift, a second chance.

But the demons—they weren’t done with me yet.

They returned as I slowly began to rebuild and piece together a new existence from the ashes. Stronger. Hungrier. They didn’t just take my family and my home—they wanted to take my new life as well. Every time I made progress, they would appear. In the dead of night, whispering in my ear, reminding me of everything I had lost. "Terry," they would hiss, "you’ll lose this too. You’ll fail again. We’ll make sure of it."

They stole from me. They killed every dream I dared to dream. Each small victory I achieved was snatched away before I could fully enjoy it. And every time, they laughed, those shadowy figures, as though my suffering was their sustenance.

"Terry, your everything is gone—what are you going to do now?" the demons would sneer, circling me like vultures waiting for me to fall.

For the longest time, I had no answer. What could I say? What could I do? I had already lost everything. What did I have left to fight with?

But something in me changed. I wasn’t the same broken man I had been when they first came for me. I wasn’t powerless anymore. I had survived what no man should have to endure, and still, I stood. God had given me that path, and the demons hadn’t taken it away. They had tried, but I was still walking it, no matter how hard they pushed back.

So, when they asked me again, "Are you going to come back and take what’s yours?" my answer was simple. I thought about it long and hard, and then I spoke.

"Well, I’m back."

I wasn’t just surviving anymore—I was fighting. With God on my side, those demons would either leave me alone or face the consequences. They had taken enough. They had stripped me of my family, my home, my job, and my dignity. But now? Now I was going to take back what was mine.

"With God beside me," I whispered into the darkness, "I will reclaim my life, no matter what it takes. You can’t have me anymore. I’m taking it all back."

And with that, I set out, determined. It wasn’t just a matter of survival anymore—it was a war. A war for my soul, my future, my life. I had lost so much, but the one thing those demons couldn’t steal from me was my faith. And with that, I would fight, not just for what was taken, but for everything I had yet to gain.

The demons thought they had defeated me. But now? Now, they would learn that I wasn’t the man they thought they could destroy. With God’s light guiding me, I would rise from the ashes. This time, the demons would lose.

The moral of the story:

That no matter how much darkness and evil take from you, as long as you hold onto hope and faith, you can rise again. Even when demons try to strip away everything, they cannot defeat the strength of the human spirit when guided by purpose and belief in a higher power. True resilience comes not from avoiding hardship but from facing it head-on and reclaiming your life, no matter the odds.

God is with me... 

Thank you, God.

Thank you, Lord Jesus Christ...

Amen...

Jacob M

Saturday 24 August 2024

**Against All the Odds: Why Me?**


A ferocious thunderstorm raged through the night, like the heavens were angry, unleashing their fury upon the world. In the dim glow of streetlights, barely visible through the pouring rain, a bald man sat hunched inside a cardboard box. His long, white beard dripped with rainwater, and his scarred scalp glistened with wetness. The surgical scar that ran along his head, a permanent reminder of a life-saving operation, seemed to pulse under the relentless downpour.

Clutching a damp bundle of stale bread and half-eaten fruits salvaged from nearby dustbins, he tried to shield the precious food from the storm. His thick clothes, worn and patched, did little to keep the cold at bay, while his dark glasses perched awkwardly on his nose, fogged up from the mix of rain and steam rising from his body heat.

His hands, smeared with grime and blood from old wounds, trembled slightly as he held onto the food. Each finger was a testament to his struggle—scarred, messy, but unrelenting. The man’s round, expressive eyes, even behind the cracked lenses of his glasses, gleamed with a quirky determination. Every so often, a strange, crooked smile stretched across his face, as if mocking the cruelty of the storm. 

*Why me?* he thought, not with bitterness, but with a bizarre, almost amused curiosity. "Why always me?" His words were swallowed by the crashing thunder. He had asked this question a thousand times, each time with less anger and more resignation. 

Behind him, barely visible in the out-of-focus background, was an old art studio. The once vibrant and chaotic space was now abandoned, just like him—left to decay in the storm. Once upon a time, he had been an artist. Paintings, sculptures, and sketches had flowed from his hands, hands that now shook as he fought to hold onto food scraps. But life had taken a cruel turn. The surgical scar, a reminder of the brain surgery due to his near-fatal accident that robbed him of his talent, had also taken away his family, his home, his career, and his health. With this it made his own family say “WE DON'T NEED YOU…”

Yet, even amid this chaos, he found something to smile about. Life had been unfair, yes. It had left him homeless, drenched, hungry, and wounded. But it hadn't taken everything. That quirky smile remained, and so did his will to survive. Against all the odds, he was still here, defying the storm, the world, and the cruel twists of fate that had marked him. 

As the rain intensified, his smile grew broader. He leaned back against his cardboard shelter, his eyes twinkling with a strange peace. "Why me?" he whispered once more, but this time, he didn’t wait for an answer. He already knew it. Because despite everything—he was still standing. Still here.

Thank you, God, for protecting and keeping me alive…

God bless us all

Jacob M

**Nothing We Do is Good Enough for Anyone**


The sky roared with fury as if reflecting the turmoil in John’s heart. He stood outside his home, drenched in the relentless downpour, his tears mixing with the rain that blurred his vision. His hands shook as he wiped his face, but it didn’t matter—no amount of wiping could clear the storm inside him. The thick coat he wore clung to his body, heavy and soaked, just like the burden he had been carrying for so long. His dark glasses, foggy and cracked, obscured his expressive, round eyes that were filled with unbearable sadness. 

Behind him, framed by the doorway, stood his wife, her arms crossed and her lips twisted into a cruel smile. Beside her was her father, sneering, mocking him. “Loser,” the old man spat as if the word itself could break John any more than he already was. His children stood next to their mother, crying and reaching out for him, their small hands trembling as they tried to understand why their father was walking away, why their home had suddenly become a place of pain.

John glanced back at them, his long white beard dripping with rain, the surgical scar on his head barely visible beneath the droplets that fell like unrelenting bullets. His round eyes, now filled with a deep, quiet agony, met his children’s gaze, and the pain twisted his face further. He had done everything for them—everything. 

For years, he had worked tirelessly to satisfy everyone around him. He had bent over backwards to make his wife happy, to please her demanding father, to provide for his children. He had tried to fix everything, even when it wasn’t his to fix. He had carried their burdens, their expectations, and their disappointments. His hands—red, messy, and wounded—bore the scars of his sacrifices. But it had never been enough. Nothing he did was ever good enough. 

His wife’s laughter echoed in his ears, cruel and heartless as if mocking the very essence of who he was. “You’re nothing but a failure,” she said, her words cutting deeper than the cold wind. "A burden we don’t need."

The thunder clapped, drowning out the sobs of his children, who were now pleading with him not to go. But what could he do? John had tried everything—every compromise, every sacrifice, every ounce of energy—and still, they rejected him. The children's minds had been poisoned, and now, they stood watching him fall apart, amused at his downfall.

All he had ever wanted was peace—a simple life filled with love and understanding. He didn’t want riches or glory; he just wanted to hold his family close, to laugh with them, to find comfort in their presence. But that dream had slipped further and further away, no matter how hard he reached for it. And now, it was gone.

The storm raged on, but inside him, there was nothing but silence. His heart had been broken beyond repair. He cried bitterly, his face contorted with grief, knowing there was nothing left for him here. He had lost everything—his family, his dignity, and most of all, his hope. As much as he had tried to save the relationship, it was as if the universe had already decided that the good will always suffer, while the bad thrive. Nothing he did mattered anymore.

With a final, heart-wrenching sob, John turned his back to the house, walking into the storm, leaving behind the family he had once loved more than anything. He was alone now, cast out into the world by those he had given everything for. And the bitter truth settled in his heart: sometimes, no matter how good you are, no matter how much you sacrifice, it's never enough for those who cannot see your worth.

And in that moment, John realized—*that nothing we do is good enough for anyone.* The good are meant to suffer, while the cruel and selfish flourish. As he disappeared into the night, his heart heavy with despair, the storm seemed to rage even harder, as if it too knew the injustice of it all.

God, I hope you are watching…

God, you have always helped me.

God bless us all.

We all have this story in all our lives. I hope and pray to God no one should suffer like this.

In the end, the Curse of Parental Alienation will always win whether a child is separated from a mother or father.

I pray to God daily that he may save every parent, mother or father and never let them go through this chaos in their lives.

God bless us all…Amen

Jacob M

Friday 23 August 2024

**When Will the Sadness End?**


 Today I sat by the window, watching the rain as it painted streaks on the glass, mirroring the tears that ran silently down my face. The world outside was blurred, much like my life in recent months. Ever since I had been trapped in a relentless cycle of sadness. It clung to me, like a heavy fog i couldn’t escape. 

Each morning, I would wake with the faint hope that today might be different — that the crushing weight on my chest might lift, even if just a little. But every day was the same. The emptiness in the house, the stillness of the rooms, the absence of voices — it was unbearable.

I wondered when the sadness would end. People told me time would heal, that grief was a process, but what they didn’t understand was how endless it felt. How each moment would feel like stretched on like for eternity.

One afternoon, my land lord neighbor Cavan knocked on the door, with a parcel of sandwiches in his hand. “I just wanted to check in on you,” Cavan said softly, his voice full of compassion & concern.

I let him in, though he had no energy for conversation. We sat in silence for a while, the rain pattering against the window.

Finally, Cavan spoke. “You know, when I feel like the sadness would never end. But one day, I realized something — the sadness didn’t disappear, but it changed. It became a part of me, but it didn’t control me anymore.”

I stared at the sandwiches, the vibrant aromatic smell a stark contrast to the gloom he felt inside. “How long did it take?” I asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“There’s no set time,” Cavaan replied. “But it does get lighter. And in the meantime, you just have to take it one day at a time. You won’t forget anything, but you’ll learn to carry the sadness differently.”

I wasn’t sure I believed him, but as the rain began to lighten outside, I  felt a flicker of hope. Maybe the sadness wouldn’t end completely, but perhaps, someday, I would learn to live with it.

And that, for now, was enough.

Jacob M


Thursday 25 July 2024

My Children...









 

Word for today: Verse: Romans 8:14

 



Word for today: Verse:   Romans 8:14


‘For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God.’


- Part of the privilege we have is to be led by God’s Spirit.

- He wants to lead us and show us the right path to take.

- Flowing out of our relationship with Him comes this wonderful benefit.

- Ask the Lord to lead you and He will direct your paths.


PRAYER: Lord, thank You that I can be Your child. As Your child, I ask that You would come and lead and guide me in the situations that I am facing. I want to do Your will and so I ask You to lead me and point me in the right direction. Amen.


Have an awesome Thursday.

Kind Regards

Jacob M

Friday 19 July 2024

Word for today: Verse: 2 Kings 6:16


Word for today: Verse:   2 Kings 6:16


‘Do not be afraid,’ Elisha answered, ‘for those who are with us are more than those who are with them.’


- Never doubt God’s ability and His unseen strength and power.

- When we look at our circumstances, they may seem overwhelming.

- God has weapons that we know nothing about and they are greater than our troubles.

- If we could see things from His perspective, we would not fear.


PRAYER: Lord, help me not to become consumed by the issues and challenges that I am facing. You are more than able to undertake and to bring me through the challenges. May I never limit Your power and ability to work in my life. Amen.


Have a great weekend.

Kind Regards

Jacob M

Message of the Day...


 

God Bless Us All...

Jacob M

Heavenly Father, Let There Be Peace...

  Heavenly Father, We come before You, seeking Your divine guidance and grace. In a world that often feels divided and troubled, we ask for ...