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BABY STEPS




 
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1

When I got saved 16 years ago, I remember one challenge that took me a while to overcome - Speaking at the wrong time.
I was quick to speak.

I suddenly started hearing the Lord tell me to shut up many times in a day. I would open my mouth and then hear "Anne shut up" and my voice would just cease.

Did you know that the few times I ignored him and went to "so-calledly" speak my mind, I got in trouble? People just ended up misinterpreting and misunderstanding me.

Today, He doesnt have to say "shut up". He simply says, "Anne be calm" or he just restrains me deep down.

 I'm not yet perfect. I confess I still miss him rarely though; but I am a lot mature and tamed in that area of my life.

You got saved some years back too, and he began to caution you concerning a habit in your life.
At first you fell many times as a child and eventually you became mature and stable, having overcome those habits.

Today, where are you honey?
Why are you letting yourself slip back into that bondage. Do you enjoy baby steps?
Do you enjoy falling?
Why then are you messing up again?

At this point you oughta be helping other babies mature. But no, you rather going back to being a baby!!

Why? Dint Jesus love you enough?
Dint our husband give you His ALL?
Dint He endure with you, provide for and comfort you?

YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS ARE WAITING FOR YOU TO HELP THROUGH THEIR BABY STEPS; How come you are repeating your baby steps after 10, 5, 4, 3, 18 Years??

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.

BREAK FREE IN JESUS NAME!!!!!

Love You
Anne Atulaegwu

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