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The 1 thing your admirer wont tell you



Interviewer: Gosh you are young! We gotta have you at our conference.

Anne: Oh thanks. You look good by the way.

Interviewer: Thanks Anne. Ummh, How is school?

Anne: School? School was great

Interviewer: Oh sorry, I didn't know you had graduated. Have you served?

Anne: Yes

Interviewer: Wow. I didn't guess that much. When was that?

Anne: Graduated 4years ago and served the following year.

Interviewer: Wow ma. You look really younger.The youths at our ministry have to listen to you.


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Scenario 2:


Interviewer: I saw your video on youtube  and I couldn't stop wondering how you got to this level at a young age. You have blessed my life. Please come speak at our conference in August.

Anne: Glory to Christ.Thank you dear. I would love to come if the Lord permits.


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Scenario 3

 Interviewer: I was at your conference ma and I must say God came through you for me while you spoke. Honestly, I thought less of you because you are young. However, when you got up there i saw a mature person.Please how old are you? Don't be offended.

Anne: #Smiles..im old enough to fulfill destiny.(with a wink on my eye, I add) I'm in my twenties though

Interviewer: Ah! I thought you were still a teen o. Ma you look young . Oh no, please my youths have to hear you ma...




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When people throw the above questions at me? I just smile in my heart.

Dear Friend,

Perhaps there is a striking packaging God has wrapped you in. It might be your gestures, Queen's English, youthful appearance or unclassified height of brilliance.Never forget that it is what it is- PACKAGING.


Since RELEVANCE, is more a function of the Content than a package; do not allow the fascination provoked  by the packaging make you forget to maintain your relationship with the author of your destiny.


I wont always be young nor look young. Some day i shall grow old. However, when the lustre of my youth no longer intrigue my hearers, may the GRACE on my life never fail to  EFFECTIVELY EXECUTE THE MANDATE ON THEIR LIVES....


I encourage you to stay with the God who called you. Don't you dare think that it is the "package" that compels the people to believe. IT IS THE GRACE ON YOUR LIFE THAT DOES.

Don't lose your substance..The intriguing package is a phase....
#Selah


Committed to your Fulfilment
Anne Atulaegwu

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