I look back and I see a mountain of love, a room full of care
I’m speechless…you’ve been so wonderful all year round
You may not know it, but because of you I’m called a blogger
I’m a writer because you are the reader
You amazed me with you faithfulness
Your support kept me going
I always found the strength to come back
Because I knew you were waiting
Expecting yet another post
So I found the courage to come back
Even when I had to crawl on my belly
A big thank you to all my followers, readers, friends…
You made my year and I just want to say THANK YOU..DANKE…MERCI…
Dear friends, fellow bloggers and readers,
I wish to apologize for my near absence from the blogosphere these days.
I’m back to school and I’ve been received with an appointment to a post of responsibility that has taken quite a bit of my time.
I’m still trying to settle down and I promise when things get stable I’ll be back full swing.
I promise to keep the posts coming. It’s a duty I owe to God and to man.
I see my appointment to a leadership position as a test from God to see how well I can practice what I preach.
For those of us who are not yet aware, I also publish on leadership at Leadershipandpurpose.wordpress.com.
Thank you all for being such faithful readers and followers. We are very much still together.
These thoughts are based strictly on my own experiences and what I’ve observed in our society today.
Prison does not take away criminality. It is the decision we take while in prison that will change us.
Having kids will not make me love children. If I love them first I will love them better when I get in there.
Getting married does not make us mature and responsible. It could become an avenue for us to prove our immaturity and irresponsibility.
Changing the man at the top won’t solve the bankruptcy unless you understand what caused it in the first place.
Marriage can’t heal me from lust, frivolousness and unfaithfulness or porn. I must decide to “deal with it”.
Getting a new partner won’t heal the old wounds. I better get healed before I make Peter pay for what Paul did.
Cutting a tree at the trunk won’t kill it. Get to the roots, roll your sleeves and dig.
I hope I didn’t mess up your case. This post is addressed to me too, you know.