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3 Things about Perfection…

We only have 28 days until 2017 is over. But as the popular saying goes “It’s not over until it’s over.”  The year is not over, you still have time to achieve or start to achieve anything you set your mind to.

Most of the time we pause the plan because we haven’t gotten that little piece we think we require to make it perfect. Come close let me whisper something to you. You close enough? Okay check this…perfections isn’t the plan…purpose is!!

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Mind blowing huh? I’m just kidding. But you do get my drift, right? Consistent steps make the path, no matter how small they are. As you know time waits for none. That was so true this year because I personally don’t remember what happened to the year. Did you feel it too? I looked up and October was gone.

Out of my mess has come my message. The message of confident expectations in Gods word.
My former need to perfect my plan halted the move toward my purpose. God told Jeremiah, go…I’ll tell you what to say… He went.
Here’s the real deal about trying to be perfect.
1. It’s an unattainable fallacy. The only perfect being is Christ.
2. It blocks transparency. People will only connect to what they can relate to. If you’re trying to present a perfect front you will have zero impact. Real impact.
3. It reflects your lack of faith and confidence in God.
Move in spite of what it looks like. On the other side lies the miracle.

I remember when I wanted to start my podcast this year. It had been two years in the making but I kept putting it off because everything was not perfect. Well, my spirit nagged me until I just did it. It ran from February to May. It wasn’t perfect but it served the purpose at that time based on all the great reviews it got. I had to pause it to accommodate my writing deadlines. But now when I pick it back up next year, I know what I wanna change and make better and I’m not scared anymore.

Today I want to encourage you, the year is not over and 2018 is full of potential.

Peace & Blessings

Unoma

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Just A Thought

i-am-the-vineDriving into work yesterday, I began to ponder on my life just a few short years ago. It amazed me how I have always confessed the name of the Lord but was content on living a life without any drive or passion.

You see I was content in going to three places, grocery store, work and church. Then spending all my time reading novels. Very mundane existence when I look back on it. Then I have that life altering incident I told you about. Don’t remember? Read it here.

I say this to say, we can not claim to be Christians and not bear fruit. Becoming a born again Christian is just the first step, you must bear fruit, use the talent God has given you to glorify His name. Once you start to do this, the devil will be busy, but like Paul, keep pressing toward your mark.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.

Don;t know what your gift is? Remain in Him. You will figure it out.

Blessings…

Unoma

Born to Write???

Wish I had this advise when I marinated over Chapter One of An Unexpected Blessing for four years. Well my push came a little differently but this article is so on point.
Happy Reading.
Blessings
Unoma

Michelle Stimpson.com

Jordan Weiber’s father described seeing his then 1-year old daughter displaying an incredible sense of balance by standing on one leg “like a pelican” as she dressed herself. Gabby Douglas’s mother remembers installing a camera in the toddler’s bedroom to study how she was getting out of the crib. As it turns out, Gabby had perfected a push-up and front-flip move to dismount. These two young ladies, now US Olympic athletes discussed in the latest issue of Sports Illustrated, showed exceptional athletic abilities early on.

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Reading the athletes’ stories and thinking about my own childhood experiences reminded me that many of us have always known, deep down inside, what we were destined to do (Ephesians 2:10). In my case, we’re talking writing, of course. I remember drawing long squiggles on sheets of paper, taking them to my mom, asking her, “Mom, what does it say?”

She’d reply…

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