THE DESTINY I MUST FIGHT FOR

 

Its 12:00am, writing from Akute, Ogun state. The time and season of the year where we sleep with sweater because of the harmattan.

Today, I am delighted to share the word with you I hope you read through and share you other and most importantly leave a comment.

Every man born into this world has a unique finger print, DNA and purpose which means God there is something you must contribute to mankind before exiting this world and that is called DESTINY. Interestingly speaking, no man born of a woman can know this. From where I come from when a child is born into a family, he will be taken to the Traditional priest to ask what the child might become. In my little, understanding this attempt to know what the child will complicate the destiny of the child.

However, if any man ever tells you that you have a great star. Just know you there is a great battle to fight for your bright destiny to become a reality. One of the richest and wealthiest places on earth is the cemetery where great destiny have been buried without accomplishing their assignment here on earth. Satan knows God has endowed every child born into this world as great person so he beginning to attack right from the womb and if we don’t Christ early in life he will destroy that life, and if he can get you as a child he may wait until such person to take important decision like where to live, who to marry, what job to take etc. 

The needed tool for living an outstanding life is not the amount of degree you have possess or the country you reside in but prayer and becoming a friend of Jesus early in life. Just like the popular gospel artist Ebuka, who sang ‘I will pray, if I don’t pray Satan will make mess of me’. Your raising in life is in direct proportion to the number of hours you spend in the place of prayer and study of the word.

I’ll love to share a story with you briefly, a man got so tired of living a failure life in His village, so he talked to himself ‘I will go to the city and start a business’. Whenever he dreams, he sees himself living big but in realities he had nothing. After spending 11 years in the city, nothing to write home about. He didn’t even have a house to himself not until a day he visited a prayer house. He prayed with all his might until he had no strength. In concluding the prayer days, he got a call from his village that his step mother was dead confess all the wicked she has done to him and his siblings. That same week he was divinely favoured and become someone to the proud of. He got the victory.

You must contend for your destiny.

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