Temitope- The Joyful One!

HOMO CHRISTUS. In Christ alone! Wife, Mother, Pharmacist, Chelsea fan and joint-heir with Christ. Aliza!

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

Happened to hear a line from Kanye’s “Jesus Walks” this morning.

“I want to talk to God, but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long, so long”
See brethren, there is no “so long” with our Father. He IS ever so happy to talk with you. He is love, remember.

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

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[Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo @GbengaWemimo]

Just had to share

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

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[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

Even when we do not see it, especially when we do not see it, God is working behind the scenes, moving the pieces around for our good. Ever mindful of, ever intentional about us! You’re a good, good Father!

[Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo @GbengaWemimo]

My Christmas Miracle

For many of us, one Christmas stands out from all the others, the one when the meaning of the day shone clearest.

Although I did not guess it, my own truest Christmas began on a rainy spring day in the bleakest year of my life. Recently divorced, I was in my 20’s, had no job, and was on my way downtown to go the rounds of the employment offices. I had no umbrella, for my old one had fallen apart, and I could not afford another one. I sat down in the streetcar, and there against the seat was a beautiful silk umbrella with a silver handle inlaid with gold and flecks of bright enamel. I had never seen anything so lovely.

I examined the handle and saw a name engraved among the golden scrolls. The usual procedure would have been to turn in the umbrella to the conductor, but on impulse I decided to take it with me and find the owner myself. I got off the streetcar in a downpour and thankfully opened the umbrella to protect myself. Then I searched a telephone book for the name on the umbrella and found it. I called, and a lady answered.

Yes, she said in surprise, that was her umbrella which her parents, now dead, had given her for a birthday present. But, she added, it had been stolen from her locker at school (she was a teacher) more than a year before. She was so excited that I forgot I was looking for a job and went directly to her small house. She took the umbrella, and her eyes filled with tears.

The teacher wanted to give me a reward, but — though $20 was all I had in the world – – her happiness at retrieving this special possession was such that to have accepted money would have spoiled something. We talked for a while, and I must have given her my address. I don’t remember.

The next six months were wretched. I was able to obtain only temporary employment here and there, for a small salary, though this was what they now call the Roaring Twenties. But I put aside 25 or 50 cents when I could afford it for my little girls Christmas presents. (It took me six months to save $8.) My last job ended the day before Christmas, my $30 rent was soon due, and I had $15 to my name — which Peggy and I would need for food. She was home from her convent boarding school and was excitedly looking forward to her gifts the next day, which I had already purchased. I had bought her a small tree, and we were going to decorate it that night.

The stormy air was full of the sound of Christmas merriment as I walked from the streetcar to my small apartment. Bells rang and children shouted in the bitter dusk of the evening, and windows were lighted and everyone was running and laughing. But there would be no Christmas for me, I knew, no gifts, no remembrance whatsoever. As I struggled through the snowdrifts, I just about reached the lowest point in my life. Unless a miracle happened I would be homeless in January, foodless, jobless. I had prayed steadily for weeks, and there had been no answer but this coldness and darkness, this harsh air, this abandonment. God and men had completely forgotten me. I felt old as death, and as lonely. What was to become of us?

I looked in my mailbox. There were only bills in it, a sheaf of them, and two white envelopes which I was sure contained more bills. I went up three dusty flights of stairs, and I cried, shivering in my thin coat. But I made myself smile so I could greet my little daughter with a pretense of happiness. She opened the door for me and threw herself in my arms, screaming joyously and demanding that we decorate the tree immediately.

Peggy was not yet six years old, and had been alone all day while I worked. She had set our kitchen table for our evening meal, proudly, and put pans out and the three cans of food which would be our dinner. For some reason, when I looked at those pans and cans, I felt broken-hearted. We would have only hamburgers for our Christmas dinner tomorrow, and gelatin. I stood in the cold little kitchen, and misery overwhelmed me. For the first time in my life, I doubted the existence of God and His mercy, and the coldness in my heart was colder than ice.

The doorbell rang, and Peggy ran fleetly to answer it, calling that it must be Santa Claus. Then I heard a man talking heartily to her and went to the door. He was a delivery man, and his arms were full of big parcels, and he was laughing at my child’s frenzied joy and her dancing. This is a mistake, I said, but he read the name on the parcels, and they were for me. When he had gone I could only stare at the boxes. Peggy and I sat on the floor and opened them. A huge doll, three times the size of the one I had bought for her. Gloves. Candy. A beautiful leather purse. Incredible! I looked for the name of the sender. It was the teacher, the address simply California, where she had moved.

Our dinner that night was the most delicious I had ever eaten. I could only pray to myself, Thank You, Father. I forgot I had no money for the rent and only $15 in my purse and no job. My child and I ate and laughed together in happiness. Then we decorated the little tree and marveled at it. I put Peggy to bed and set up her gifts around the tree, and a sweet peace flooded me like a benediction. I had some hope again. I could even examine the sheaf of bills without cringing. Then I opened the two white envelopes. One contained a check for $30 from a company I had worked for briefly in the summer. It was, said a note, my Christmas bonus. My rent!

The other envelope was an offer of a permanent position with the government — to begin in two days after Christmas. I sat with the letter in my hand and the check on the table before me, and I think that was the most joyful moment of my life up to that time.

The church bells began to ring. I hurriedly looked at my child, who was sleeping blissfully, and ran down to the street. Everywhere people were walking to church to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. People smiled at me and I smiled back. The storm had stopped, the sky was pure and glittering with stars.

The Lord is born! Sang the bells to the crystal night and the laughing darkness. Someone began to sing, Come, all ye faithful!

I joined in and sang with the strangers all about me.

I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all.

And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

-Taylor Caldwell

[Dunsin Oyekan of #Geni @DunsinOyekan]

HAPPY NEW MONTH FRIENDS! Let's start with NAGODE ft @officialdaviddam

Video premieres by 7pm on YouTube this evening!

This is your month of AMEN in Jesus name!
“And He said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End.”
Revelation 21'6a

#geni

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

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Had you there!

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

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[Reno Omokri @renoomokri]

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[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

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[Amy Noelle @NoelleTMD]

A Poem of Hope for Maximus
(Thanks Grok!)

In shadows deep, on a chain so tight,
Maximus stood in the endless night.
A three-foot world, his only space,
Years of sorrow etched on his face.

But hope, a whisper, soft and true,
Came with Niall, a heart that knew.
From Thailand’s streets, where millions roam,
He brought dear Maximus a home.

Once a guard dog, bound by fear,
Now gentle steps bring freedom near.
A red bandana, polka-dotted bright,
Marks the dawn of his new light.

On grassy fields, he takes his stride,
A leash to love, no need to hide.
Though hunger lingers, his spirit wakes,
Healing slowly with each step he takes.

Maximus Decimus, proud and tall,
Named for a hero, he’ll rise from the fall.
With every nap, his strength will grow,
A future blooms where hope can flow.

For every dog on a chain so cold,
Maximus’s story, a hope retold—
A better world, we’ll build with care,
For love and kindness to mend despair.

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

I have to start copying and pasting this! My set time has come!!!

[Bolouere (Bibi) @boluxxxx]

Hi sir @BillGates Good morning.

Is it a good day to send me $1m?

[Paul Adémújìmí @PaulAdemujimi]

She noticed lumps in her breasts
The lumps were growing
She and her siblings feared for the worst
They knew what it was
Sickness and different ailments had marked her life in the last 5 years
At the time, she was reaching out to Paul,
She had not slept for around a week.
If she tried to sleep,
She would lose almost all her breath for hours
She didn't know what was going on
She was already slipping into depression.

She's a final-year student of a government university
Since she stepped into the school
It's been from one sickness to another
Once she is healed from one sickness, another sickness will start immediately
So, it's been a circle of sicknesses for 5 years non-stop
She used to be a lively person,
But the sicknesses are taking the life in her away.
The lack of sleep has taken its toll on her health

One sickness that is consistent in all of this is ulcer
Chest pains
Contractions
Stomach pains
Vomiting
Extreme fatigue
There was no break from sickness for her

She got Paul's contact from a brother in her church
The brother told her to pay attention to what Paul says, and she should join his classes.
She called Paul and explained the situation
She prays in tongues
A regular churchgoer

Paul was in limbo
"You attend church almost every day
You go for retreats and regular prayer meetings
Yet, none is ministering to you, and you've not slept in days
What are they teaching you?
What are they feeding you?
Why do you pray so much and attend so many programs, and demons cannot jump out of your body?
A church is a holy congregation. Most times, you don't have to address demons before they jump out..
They find their way out in the presence of light
They were not meant to torment her in the first place
The abode of a believer is full of light that only holy beings can stay there
What exactly is going on?"
As he pondered his own questions
He remembered the words of Jesus
"The eye is the lamp of the body.
If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light."

Paul told her to get the communion emblem
He blessed it over the phone and served her
He told her to call the next day
That night, she was able to sleep for 6 hours, but had a short break in between
She felt the choking and loss of breath in the course of the first night

The second day
Paul told her to put her phone on loudspeaker
"Listen, every spirit that is not of Christ, leave this vicinity now
Right now, I activate the angels of sister *****.", Paul declared out loud.
No praying in tongues
Just a declaration with communion
Demons do not require that effort
He served her communion and went to bed
It was the best sleep she's had in a long time
She woke up joyous
She literally recorded a video dancing and posted it on social media
They prayed in the spirit for 5 minutes each together daily afterwards
And on the last day, they prayed in tongues for one hour.
The lumps melted
Nothing chokes her out of sleep again
All the symptoms of the ulcer are now gone
She is perfectly healthy now
She is learning and growing in the Lord now

PS:
Meno School of the Spirit is a school where believers learn Christ.
In this school,
1. You will be taught the reality of Christ and how to manifest the life of Christ, walking in the supernatural.
2. You will be trained to grow into the perfect stature of Christ and live the reality of Christ in everyday life.
3. You will be taught how to supplant life realities/challenges with the supernatural life of Christ in you.

If you desire a deeper walk with the Holy Spirit, growth in spiritual things, and manifesting realities of the Kingdom, you can join Meno SoS Class 11.
Kindly register through this link: https://t.co/OpluELP4A4

We have a physical church in Akure
Last floor, National Library, Beside Shoprite, Oda Road axis.
WhatsApp this number if you wish to join us physically: [phone]
God bless you.

[Unwanabasi✨ @BabyWhale___]

I just know this generation is going to raise the most badly behaved children the world has ever seen.

You people don’t want children to greet.

You don’t want people to express gratitude.

Nawa for you people o.

[Niall Harbison @NiallHarbison]

https://t.co/RHh04u1opj

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

Amen!!!!

[taurus @AY0EDEBIRI]

this is nasty as fuck… may they never interview on a red carpet ever again

[Evan Amato @SirEvanAmato]

You know Jonah, the guy swallowed by a whale?

Well, that’s the least interesting part of his story — what happens next is far more intriguing.

The Book of Jonah will turn your entire conception of God on its head… (thread) 🧵

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

@ty_autos can I DM you pls?

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

@Abeemcy Pls now. We’ll throw in an extra 10% discount 🙏🙏🙏

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

@oduonyi 😂😂😂

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

This one is available on Amazon

[bimbola 🇨🇦 🇳🇬 @Abeemcy]

Realtors!
No black friday deal?

Like a 5 bedroom house for sale @ $199.99 with finished basement.
#BlackFriday #realtor #Winnipeg #Canada

[Paul Adémújìmí @PaulAdemujimi]

This happened in a Specialist Hospital in Southern Part of Africa during our daily Night Prayers.

Brain Dead, Now Alive.

Morning sis Nife,
l trust that you're well.
I just want to share this testimony with you.

[bimbola 🇨🇦 🇳🇬 @Abeemcy]

Realtors!
No black friday deal?

Like a 5 bedroom house for sale @ $199.99 with finished basement.
#BlackFriday #realtor #Winnipeg #Canada

[Temitope- The Joyful One! @TopeSofe]

@NiallHarbison Awesome!! Go Snickers! ❤️