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The 3rd Day

Happy New Year friends!!!

Wow, it's 2013. The title of this post tells you that I am a fighter :) One would say I failed at my commitment to posting something on the 28th day of every month last year yet, here I am, again, committing to posting on the 3rd day for the next 12 months.

This year, on the 3rd of September, I turn 30 (or dirty as I joke to my little brother Jeremiah). I think this is a  good reason to remain aware every month of the significance of the 3rd day. Thus, my 'setting myself up' :) God being my helper.

Laura, Francis, Jerry, Rodney, Mom
Laura, Francis, Me, Rodney, Mom
On the first day of this year, we saw off Laura, again, after her brief visit to the motherland. We had a lovely Christmas as a family...lots of eating that has had me running every morning and evening just so I can ensure I fit in my work clothes come next week!- otherwise I may have to buy a whole new wad robe :)

God made some interesting promises to me on 30th December 2012 and I am looking forward to their fulfillment as the year progresses. Actually, He reminded me of promises He made a number of years ago which I had given up on and said, hey, this year I AM going to fulfill them. Since then, He and I are making a habit of meeting, of conversing and for me, everything is different- pleasantly different :)


Isaac and Anita
My friend Isaac married his lovely Anita and it was a joyous, joyous day. He smiled till we (the guests) thought his jaws must be aching...but we were glad for joy is contagious :)

This is my prayer that I will tap into the grace of God that is available to enable me achieve my highest potential. Paul wrote to Titus as follows...'For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men. It teaches us to say "No" to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age,...' (Titus 2:11-12) I am looking to this Grace.


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  1. Julian MwineJanuary 5, 2013 at 10:06 PM

    Happy New Year. I will be monitoring this place every 3rd day so make sure you stick with the programme.

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    1. KyanaJanuary 6, 2013 at 8:21 PM

      Thank You Julian. Will be happy to have you as 'nyampara' :-) Happy New Year.

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