Sunday, April 28, 2013


Hello everybody,
A new and beautiful Sunday is upon us and I do hope everybody is having a great time.

I have posted 5 chapters of my soon to be published novel - The Anglurian Story, Book 2 - Sipho and the Golden Nails. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed the story so far and honest comments are always welcome. I do intend to share a few more chapters of the novel with you, but this week I thought I would share the short story of my dog Isaiah,the three Dachshund's,and their photos. Enjoy.

Dogs are known to be a man's best friend, and I could not agree more. They are a pleasure to have and care for. Over the years, we have always had several dogs, living with us into old age until they passed away. We recently lost our lovable Jack Russell, named McGuyver, who was part of our family for over twelve years, and for the first time we had no dog. We were fortunate to get a Dachshund puppy called Cleo. A fun loving, energetic dog and intelligent too.

Much to our delight, she was pregnant; we waited in anticipation for the birth of her puppies. She was small and I often wondered if she would be able to have more than two puppies. In the early hours of the morning on the 2nd of September 2005, she screeched with pain, the time had come for her to give birth. We anxiously watched over her as she gave birth, not to two but to six puppies. The puppies were all black, each with a brown spot on their ears. After her tiring ordeal, we moved Cleo and her puppies to a comfortable and clean basket, and stood watching as this tiny dog, mothered her little babies.
As the weeks went by, we discovered that Cleo had three boys and three girls. We were able to find good homes for four of the puppies and decided to keep the other two. One little puppy, the biggest of the litter was dominant and made sure she was first to be fed, always comfortable and asserted her dominance all the time. I liked her and my son Robert, in particular, preferred a smaller puppy that had the longest ears. After six weeks, the remaining puppies left our home.
We named the dominant little puppy 'Cheeky', she would follow me wherever I went, and soon become snappy and found her difficult to deal with, whenever the other dogs came to close to me. Robert gave the smaller puppy the appropriate name 'Ears', since her ears were the longest of the entire litter.

Ears resting.
For years, the three Dachi's were firm favorites and brought much joy into our lives. Cheeky a possessive dog made sure she was first at everything, eating, sleeping, and playing. A good watchdog and alert at all times. They loved being with people, socialization being a part of their nature. Occasionally they became lazy, and we would need to persuade them to go outside and exercise. Cleo and Ears learned to ignore Cheeky and remained pleasant lovable dogs.
Cheeky watching!
During July last year, on a cold Saturday morning, Cleo woke up and could not move. I had no idea what the problem could be, and took her to the vet. The doctors diagnosed Cleo with Spinal disc dislocation (paralysis), and said it would be better to euthanize her, since no cure was available. I cried I could not believe what I was hearing. They gave her an injection for the pain, and said we had until Monday to decide. She stayed in hospital. We went home depressed and sad. While sipping on a cup of tea, I remembered a friend who was well informed about animals, I called her at once. She gave me the name of a vet in Pretoria, who was confident would be able to save little Cleo. I immediately phoned and fortunate to find him still at work. He told me to bring Cleo in and he would try to save her. We hurried off to the local vet to fetch Cleo; they were not impressed with our decision to move her, but we managed to persuade them to let us take her out. We finally had Cleo and tried our best to keep her calm during the long drive to Pretoria.
Arriving early Saturday afternoon, the vet immediately took Cleo, did some x-rays and called us in to explain the details regarding the procedure. He would operate immediately and assured us that she would be fine, and be able to go home within seven days. We were ecstatic! Our little Cleo would be saved. We left her in the capable hands of the doctors and went home.
The following week, we went back to Pretoria to fetch our Cleo, the vet told us, that because of her age her recovery would be slow. Disappointed that she could not come home with us, but realistic about the need for specialized care, we left her at the animal hospital for another six weeks. Finally, we could take her home, with many instructions from the hospital on how to take care of her. We agreed and left the vet, when we arrived at home the other Dachi's were excited, the noise from their howling was deafening. Cleo was excited to be home, and immediately we started with her new routine. She found it difficult to walk for any length of time, and climbing stairs was a problem. We helped and built a small ramp over the stairs and over the next two months, her recovery was amazing. To date, she remains a healthy dog and the only set back is jumping up on the bed. She now manages to climb up and down stairs without a problem.
I lived alone with my son Robert, being a robust youngster; he was out with friends every weekend. The dogs were not young anymore, and soon would tire and spend part of the day sleeping.
Cleo and Ears
Cheeky resting
It was a warm Saturday afternoon, watching the dogs sleep; I browsed the television channels searching for a movie to watch. The gate opened, the dogs barked, but stopped when Robert came into the lounge. He was holding a small puppy. Naturally intrigued, I jumped up and saw this tiny little dog sleeping comfortable in his arms.
As a child, Robert wanted to own a pit bull. I never had a large breed dog and dismissed his desire as a passing phase. I never realised that he was serious about this, but standing there watching the joy in his eyes as he held the little puppy, I could see it completed his happiness. Excited I asked him to let me hold him; he gently handed the sleeping puppy to me. He was beautiful, extremely cute, and obviously sleepy.
Robert asked me to name the dog. Stroking his little head, the name Isaiah came to mind. I loved the prophets from the bible, and the book Isaiah is one of my favourites. I suggested the name to Robert and he agreed. Isaiah had joined our family. I had never owed a large dog and quickly fearful thoughts entered my mind concerning my three Dachi's safety. I discussed my concerns with Robert, and we both agreed that we would train Isaiah to accept the girls, and all would be well.
Watching Robert I realised that having his own responsibility would do him the world of good and we were both overjoyed with the little sleeping puppy. The Dachi's were howling and jumping up and down trying to get a glimpse of this newcomer; we could hardly hear ourselves speak with all the noise the girls were making. Robert bent down and showed them this delightful little puppy. Unsure of what to do they sniffed and pawed him, but being small, he opened one eye slightly, and ignored them, he went back to sleep.
Cleo waiting for her food.

Cleo again Ears loves to sleep

Isaiah on his first day at home.
The Dachi's all females were envious. Being slightly larger than him helped with his safety. He was naturally inquisitive and immediately started exploring his new surroundings. The three dachi's and I followed little Isaiah cheerfully around the house, amused at his wobbly movements.
Robert left the dog at home and went shopping for supplies. It was important to get the correct nutritional food for our delightful little puppy. I took him outside to explore the spacious grounds; I stood back and watched as he gladly went about investigating his new home. The Dachi's followed him, still wary of the newcomer. It was a blessing, I thought, to have a new little puppy in the house; he would certainly make my life more enjoyable.
Robert returned and we all fussed over him as he enjoyed the new toys and doggy treats. Robert immediately started house training little Isaiah. He certainly learned fast and within two weeks he was house trained.
Yes, little Isaiah has certainly brought much needed joy into my life.

A tired puppy enjoying a nap.
A few weeks of everyday fun and enjoyment passed then, Isaiah became ill. I panicked; thoughts of this lovable little puppy dying frightened me. We immediately took him to the veterinary.
I watched as they drew blood from behind his little ear. A while later he was diagnosed with tick bite fever and treated accordingly. I tried not to look as the doctors administered two different injections. As they inserted the needle into his back, he howled. Hearing his cry almost broke my heart.
The next few days we monitored him closely and ensured that he had his medication regularly with nutritional meals. It was back to the vet the following week for a check up and we were ecstatic and relieved that he had made a full recovery. Our little Isaiah was healthy again.
He was growing up too fast, in just two months he had almost doubled in size. The Dachi's grew wearier of him and their distance as much as they could.

Back in action, it was summer, and the best place to be was in the swimming pool. Isaiah had his first swimming lesson, at first he was afraid, and we let him get used to the water by placing him on an inflatable chair. We noticed the uncertainty in his eyes and held onto him. Eventually he began to trust us and enjoyed the pool as much as we did.
I loved the little puppy that was almost three months old. We would often sit on the lawn, watching Isaiah, and the three Dachi's, giggling at his clumsiness. He would dart away from their growl and run behind me for protection. "Cheeky" being very attached to me had a difficult time accepting Isaiah. She was my protector, and whenever I was at home, she would sit with me and follow me around the house and garden. Cheeky still has a difficult time accepting Isaiah. On very rare occasions, she let's her guard down and plays with him. He loves the girls and enjoys playing, although they are old and grumpy at times.

Robert and Isaiah received an invitation to spend a weekend with his friend Wayne, who was the owner of Ariel, Isaiah's sister. They left on Saturday morning and returned on Sunday. My weekend was noticeably quiet, only the Dachi's to keep me company. They enjoyed the peace, I am sure they did not miss Isaiah. I missed the little boy; he had become such an important aspect of my life. I could not contain my joy when Robert arrived home safely with little Isaiah. He jumped onto my lap, and I knew he was happy to be home. Darting off inside to inspect whether all was the same as before. He soon found a bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Robert said he was tired; he played with his sister the entire weekend, and did not bother with people. Isaiah was excited at having some competition; Ariel kept him busy and being a pit bull she had the stamina to play for much longer periods than the Dachi's.
Isaiah was tired, not even the other dogs barking could wake him. The weekend away had exhausted him and he surrended to the much-needed rest.

Our little Isaiah was growing into a lovable dog, displaying a placid temperament. After three months the Dachi's still remained cautious however, they became used to having him around. I believe they will never fully accept him.
Isaiah loved treats, he was beginning to understand simple instructions, and when asked to sit or shake hands, he obediently did so. Robert would take him for long walks daily, which he thoroughly enjoyed. We had bought him several toys and he enjoyed playing games. Tug of war was a definite favourite game. I would hold the toy, and he would bite it trying to get it out of my hand.
We noticed that Isaiah did not enjoy being alone; he loved having people around him. Whatever room we went into he would follow. He had to make sure he was included in every new adventure. At times, I would watch him sleep and sit down at the computer to either write or play a game. He soon realised that I was not there and he would run up to me grab my arm and pull me away from the PC.
At one time, he became annoyed and almost jealous of with me working on the PC, so he chewed the ADSL line to prevent me from going there. After repairing this, I put a blanket on the floor, where he would gladly lie down next to me and let me continue to work. He monitored my time spent on the PC and when he felt bored, he would tug at my arm. We would both go outside and play a game; he enjoyed it when I threw a ball to him.
An affectionate but super watchdog is growing up rapidly and we look forward to spending many more happy enjoyable years with him.

Isaiah at five months.

Of course, our three little Dachi's are still favourites; they have been loyal and brought much pleasure into my life. Isaiah is my big boy. The three girls have accepted Isaiah. Although weary of his actions, they appear to be getting on well. I am sure they will spend many years together as friends.
I honestly can say, since Isaiah crept into my heart, my life has changed. He never fails to brighten each day.
I am sure we will be blessed with many years of companionship, and I certainly look forward to him growing old with me.

Robbie and Isaiah, they do love each other.

Robbie is responsible for taking Isaiah out walking. Going for walks is a favourite pastime, as soon as Robbie shows him the leash, Isaiah jumps up and down excited at the prospect of going out. Robbie told me how keen he is to explore all the new surrounding of the neighbourhood, but remains weary of other dogs.

Isaiah loves having his photo taken.

Cheeky, Ears and Cleo.

A special thanks to Yolandi for her thoughtfulness while writing this story.

Have a great and wonderful week and sending you loads of good wishes. May your dreams come true.
Your friend,

Sunday, April 21, 2013


Hello everybody,

Sending you lots of happiness and good wishes for the coming week.

It is back to Sipho and the Golden Nails. Chapter 5, I am hoping you are all enjoying the story so far. Don't give up, the story becomes more and more intriguing as the adventure around Israel continues and of course Satan up to some nasty tricks again.

Chapter 5


Zanu returned from the council chambers after the sun had set and immediately went in search of his wife, Randia. He found her in the lounge chatting to Lindiwe and the children; he walked up to her, and gently kissed her on the forehead. After greeting his guests, he walked toward the door and turned around when Sipho, touched him on his back.
"Sipho, you are looking well," he said.
"Zanu, can we please talk?" he enquired.
"Of course, come let us go to the study and chat," he said and left with Sipho following him.
Once inside the study, Zanu told him to take a seat and closed the door. He walked over to the front of the desk and offered Sipho some juice. Sipho took the glass, and sipped the fresh mango juice. Looking directly into Zanu's deep eyes and watching him stroke his grey beard; Sipho wondered how to approach the discussion.
"Do you know where we went today?" Sipho asked.
"I believe you had a tour of the capital city and one of our universities." Zanu answered and watched Sipho’s expression change to a more serious one.
"Yes, and in particular, I want to talk to you about the science university and Professor Tylor," Sipho said.
"Ah, Professor Tylor - such a brilliant man."
"Yes, it is about something I saw in his laboratory."
"Let me guess, the jar with the fetus."
"How did you know?" surprised he asked.
"It is a well-kept secret of the professor's and he does not enjoy anybody talking about his experiment."
"What experiment, that was a human fetus in that jar?" Sipho sounding more serious stated.
"Sipho, dear Sipho, try not to concern yourself with matters of no importance to you," Zanu stroking his beard replied.
"No, I cannot! There is something about that fetus that I cannot forget, and I want to know about it!"
"Sipho, I cannot help you and for your own good ignore what you saw."
"It is just that, I saw something more than the fetus in the jar and I want to know more."
"Inquisitive as always."
"Zanu, I believe you know the history and true story of that fetus, please tell me."
"Very well, I will tell you but you must promise not to say a word to anybody about this, and I mean anybody!" Zanu stroking his beard again watched Sipho’s earnest face and began to speak.
Zanu told him that he was unable to reveal the full story of the fetus just yet. If he could show restraint and control his inquisitive nature, Zanu would take him to the Temple where the angels would explain the true meaning of this. Sipho shook his head and once more pleaded with Zanu to tell him. Zanu, realizing the boy would not give up until he knew the true story, told him they would go to the Temple in the morning. He stood up, walked over to Sipho, rustled his hair, and told him to be patient. Zanu left him sitting alone and went into the lounge to join his family.
Emma and Irma wanted to go and find Sipho; they excused themselves and went to the study. Sipho was not there. Wondering where he had gone, they ran upstairs and went to his bedroom. Sipho was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling when Emma asked him what he was doing. Not wanting to be rude, he told her he was tired and wanted to rest. She tried to coax him into telling her the truth, but he would not say another word. Frustrated with his withdrawn behavior, the girls left and went into their room and were surprised to find Idranda, Zaci’s daughter sitting on their bed.
"Idranda, this is a surprise," Emma said.
"Emma I have to talk to Sipho, and you know my parents don’t really allow me to spend too much time with you and him," Idranda seriously replied.
"I will go and fetch him," chirped Irma and off she went.
A few minutes later Sipho, still feeling rather withdrawn, entered the room with Irma. Immediately Idranda stood up and before he could ask her any questions, she told him to look at the television set which of course was not on. Confused at this stupid request they stared at the blank screen, and then they saw the university, the professor, the jar and the fetus. It was as though they were watching a recorded video - then the screen went blank!
So many questions asked that Idranda shook her head and told them to keep quiet. She explained that her gift was to record events with her mind and she could randomly replay them. Because of this gift, she lived a secluded life with her grandfather. Zanu was afraid of consequences, which could jeopardize their safety. Sipho asked why God Most High allowed this and she explained that He had told Zanu the reason for the gift could not yet be revealed but would most certainly be helpful in the future.
She continued by explaining to Sipho that the fetus was a special creation and the baby would eventually be born. But, the timing of the birth remained a mystery to all. She told him not to focus on this for now, but rather concentrate on his future mission and family. Not sure what exactly she meant, Sipho agreed and promised to keep her secret safe.
The children liked Idranda who was a few years older than they were and asked her to try to meet with them on a more regular basis. She told them she would and said goodbye and then left the room. Emma sighed - she was happy Sipho felt better and hugged him. He told her they should be more alert to the happenings around them and they made a pact to protect each other. He said goodnight and went to his room.
Knowing the children were ready to retire for the night, Lindiwe went downstairs to the lounge where Randia and Zanu were enjoying their tea. She thanked them again for their wonderful hospitality and continued chatting about their wonderful planet. Zanu watched her, and then decided to confront her about Zanmorn.
"Lindiwe, I need to discuss your relationship with Zanmorn," he said unexpectedly.
"There is no relationship! Please I cannot do this," she pleaded. She got up, said goodnight to them and left the room. Zanu and Randia looked at each other and shook their heads.
Zanu stood on the terrace enjoying the early morning freshness and quietness; he looked up at the skies and wondered if the visit to the Temple would indeed reveal the reason behind the fetus to Sipho. He knew and felt confident the angels would appease Sipho's curiosity. With his hands folded behind his back and still in deep thought, he did not hear the door open. Sipho ran up to him and greeted him.
"Zanu let us go to the Temple now, the others are still sleeping."
"Very well, let us walk, it is a pleasant day," he said and took the child’s hand.
They left the property, and headed down the neatly designed streets, passing several council members as they wandered in silence toward the Temple. Zanu did not attempt to start a conversation and Sipho, still in awe of the brilliant city, did not seem to mind the stillness.
Arriving at the Temple, Zanu reminded Sipho to remain quiet and not ask questions until requested to do so. Sipho agreed and Zanu opened the door. The sun was beginning to rise and a soft light shone down the aisle as they walked toward the front of the Temple.
Zanu and Sipho sat down and waited. The soft gentle sound of crystals chiming could be heard in the background and Sipho began to feel relaxed in the great Temple. His mind tranquil and at peace, he did not move when he was summoned to stand up. As if in a trance, he got up and stood still, with Zanu standing beside him. He stared ahead at nothing in particular.
"Sipho, your concern with the fetus is disturbing and God Most High has requested that you remain patient until the correct time comes to reveal the meaning of this," a soft gentle voice said.
"Please tell me just a little. I promise I will then remain patient," he pleaded in a subtle tone.
"The fetus has been removed from Anglur and no longer exists," the angel replied.
"Very well. I know that all my pleading will not change your mind, I will accept this, but I promise you, I will uncover the truth, even if it takes me my entire life," Sipho stated emphatically.
"Good. We are pleased with your determination. You must remember you are a special child with a very important mission to complete. Zanu will tell you more and before you return to earth, you will come back here for another visit."
"Thank you," Sipho said and stood still not sure what to do.
Zanu took his hand and guided him out of the Temple. Once outside, Zanu told him to heed the instructions received and continue to focus on the future. He reminded Sipho the truth would be revealed in good time. Sipho agreed and they walked back to the manor.
There they met up with, Emma and Irma who greeted Zanu. After breakfast, the children went to the pool and enjoyed a few hours of good fun. Zanu went to his study and found Zanmorn waiting for him.
"Ah Zanmorn, what can I do for you?" he asked and closed the door.
"Zanu, I am still struggling to control my emotions and I have tried to tell Lindiwe that what happened was not supposed to happen," he said.
"Zanmorn, I will talk to Lindiwe! I want you to go to the Temple and remain there until the angels tell you to leave," he said.
"I will go straight away and thank you once again," he said and left the study.
Zanmorn did not notice Lindiwe standing at the top of the stairway. She wanted to call out to him, but noticing his haste she watched him walk out of the house. She decided to confront Zanu with this issue.
When the door opened, Zanu looked up and saw the sad face of a remarkable woman.
"Lindiwe, a pleasant surprise, come in and sit down," he said.
Lindiwe greeted him and sat down. Feeling nervous, she fidgeted with her hands under the desk and kept her head bowed down to stay out of the gaze of Zanu's piercing eyes. Zanu sensed her nervousness and spoke to her about the return to earth thereby hoping to cheer her up.
"Zanu, I am not here to talk about earth, I need to talk to you about Zanmorn," she said.
"I am listening."
"This is not easy for me. Zanmorn confessed his love for me and has asked for my hand in marriage."
"Continue" he said leaning back in his chair and trying to look surprised.
"Well, I am not sure; I don't think it would be fair to him or me. You see, I have never had a relationship with another man. I have always regarded Zanmorn as a big brother, but when he kissed me, he roused up emotions and feelings I never knew I had. I am confused and afraid. His confession about his love for me could ruin a perfectly good friendship."
"Lindiwe, I must be honest with you. Zanmorn told me how much he loves you. I can understand you are an attractive woman and a most unusual person. Please accept that there can never be a relationship between the two of you. If a relationship was pursued, Zanmorn will be taken away by God Most High."
"I am not sure that I understand. Please believe me when I say, even though this is difficult, I will do everything I can to ensure that no harm comes to him."
"Lindiwe you are a wise and logical woman! I realize this is difficult for you, and as a human being, controlling your emotions must be extremely complicated, he said and walking around the desk he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Lindiwe, Zanmorn will be away for a few days and will be undergoing a change of heart toward you. When he returns, he will appear to be as casual as the old Zanmorn you knew - a friend and a big brother. Embrace that relationship and if you ever feel the need to confide in someone, you know I will always be here for you."
Lindiwe stood up, hugged and thanked him and left the room. She felt a sense of relief for having spoken to Zanu. Yet thoughts of a relationship with Zanmorn still bothered her. Pondering a life with him and without him kept her busy for most of the morning.
Emma dashed into the room out of breath, and putting her hands on her knees, looked at Lindiwe, who appeared to be startled. Lindiwe rushed over to her and enquired if she was okay. Emma, feeling a little hot and excited said she was fine, just tired from the game of fourball they had played at the Capital School. She sat next to Lindiwe and told her all about the game. Explaining in detail how talented the other children appeared to be. Lindiwe listened to her and holding her head close to her chest, told her it would be fun to get to know the other children. Emma told Lindiwe that a tournament was being held next week and they would be part of Olomos' team. Irma came into the room, and wiping her brow threw herself down on a lounger and sighed.
"What is wrong Irma?" enquired Lindiwe.
"Nothing, just tired, I need to rest," she said.
Lindiwe and the girls remained in their quarters for the rest of the day enjoying a few private thoughts.
Over the next few days, the children were entertained with delightful sightseeing and sporting events. Sipho, during a game of fourball, scored a goal and was voted the best player of the match. Excited and full of enthusiasm, he collected his trophy and jokingly said he would return to retain his position in their favorite game. Cheers and loud clapping made him feel like a true Anglurian.
Emma and Irma were delighted with the attention they received at the school from all the Anglurian children. Fascinated by their good looks and blonde hair, the Anglurian children told many tales that delighted the twins. Over the next few days, the children struck up a few good friendships with the Anglurian children.
Lindiwe spent most of her time with Randia, shopping and sightseeing. Still confused about her feelings for Zanmorn, she made a point of not mentioning his name or making enquiries about his transformation.
Zanu did not see much of his family or children over the next week due to attending to council meetings and the Temple daily to collect information and plan the upcoming mission requested by God Most High. He had to deal with the great concerns shown by the council members, who voiced their opinions about the dangers expected on the mission. Zanu found this tiring and frustrating, but did his best to assure the members all would be well.

Have an awesome week.
Until next time, all the best.
Your friend, Laura.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

THE A, B, C - Part 2 (N - Z)

Hello again,

The final part of The ABC for living a victorious,abundant life.

Now I beseech you, brethren, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that ye all speak the same thing, and that there be no divisions among you; but that ye be perfectly joined together in the same mind and in the same judgment
1 Cor 1:10 (KJV)

Don’t gossip!

Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the most High:
Psalms 50:14 (KJV)

Thanksgiving, everyday, be grateful!

Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil .
Eph 6:11 (KJV)

With the full armour of God, you have the best security always!

Quench not the Spirit.
1 Thess 5:19 (KJV)

Live in peace and don’t grieve the Holy spirit!

Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass. 8 Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil. 9 For evildoers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the LORD, they shall inherit the earth. 10 For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be. 11 But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.
Psalms 37:7-11 (KJV)
Patience is better than worry; remember the meek shall inherit the earth!

So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Psalms 90:12 (KJV)

Number your days with wisdom!

Therefore will he teach sinners in the way. 9 The meek will he guide in judgment: and the meek will he teach his way. 10 All the paths of the LORD are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.
Psalms 25:8-10 (KJV)

Teach sinners, show them the way!

Until the appearing of our Lord Jesus Christ: 15 Which in his times he shall shew, who is the blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings, and Lord of lords;
1 Tim 6:14-15 (KJV)

Wait for the Lord, you will be blessed!

Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. 20 Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. 21 Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
Romans 12:19-21 (KJV)
Don’t let anger be part of your life, vengeance belongs to God!

Wait on the LORD, and keep his way, and he shall exalt thee to inherit the land: when the wicked are cut off, thou shalt see it. 35 I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree. 36 Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Psalms 37:34-36 (KJV)

Again, be patient, you will inherit the earth!

eXmine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. Know ye not your own selves, how that Jesus Christ is in you, except ye be reprobates?
2 Cor 13:5 (KJV)
Look at yourself, are you happy?

Yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory: 9 Receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:8-9 (KJV)Salvation for your soul. This is good news!

Zion heard, and was glad; and the daughters of Judah rejoiced because of thy judgments, O LORD. 9 For thou, LORD, art high above all the earth: thou art exalted far above all gods. 10 Ye that love the LORD, hate evil: he preserveth the souls of his saints; he delivereth them out of the hand of the wicked. 11 Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart. 12 Rejoice in the LORD, ye righteous; and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
Psalms 97:8-12 (KJV)

We have light, we have gladness. We rejoice and give thanks always!

Knowing the Lord and walking in the ancient ways has always proved to have great benefits. We all strive for peace, prosperity, joy and love. Follow in the paths of the ancient and you will be rewarded.

Live a victorious life right now; there is no reason not to. You have the power to live a joyful, abundant and beautiful life. Remember IT IS YOUR CHOICE............