You never know whose life you are impacting

Today I’m saying goodbye to the “twenties”. It’s been so long, so fun, so eventful, and so impactful. I went blank for a moment on what to write today, then I thought…let me thank you all who have been a part of my journey. I believe no life is useless and my young life hasn’t been either. 

Every sperm counts. Don’t waste a life 😂

I believe we have impacted each other with our gifts and talents along the way and that should make the feeling mutual. That is the essence of life anyways: to know that you are making impact with your life in your small little corner on planet earth. Sometimes you may not know it or feel it that you are making some impact, but trust me, we all are. 

What started out as a mere personal interest became more of something I do for fun and leisure, and before I knew it, it started to turn into a calling, a longing, a way of blessing lives no matter how small, etc. 

Ever since I started sharing on relationships, I have had countless testimonies from people, and sometimes what’s more humbling is when people way older and more experienced than you seek your “immature” opinion on things and even tell you they feel inspired by what you do. 

There are people, young and old, who occasionally ask for my advice on certain issues and who are grateful for the help they receive. There are people who read my facebook posts, blog posts and other things that I write and tell me how these made a difference for them. Then there are emails and comments and other things that are usually complimentary but means a lot! 

The most humbling moments I’ve had was the emails I sometimes receive from places I never thought I’ve reached. One of those emails invited me to speak at a Church youth conference in the USA because somehow they thought I lived there. 

It made me realize, no matter how insignificant we are in life, no matter how young and inexperienced, we influence lives everyday…near and far. There are people who just watch us from afar and feel inspired; people that you may never meet in life. Then there are people who have the courage to walk up to you, phone you, message you, etc., and say you are their role model. Then, there are parents who see something good in you and trust their children in your care because somehow they see that you can offer them some guidance, some mentoring, a word of advice, just something positive.

Aww! Love you too Arya

I have had all of that and a lot more, and sometimes it’s terrifying because you see your own inadequacies in not being able to measure up. I see all these and sometimes the future looks a mixed feeling…what if I succeed, what if I fail?  

But what’s important is that everything God does for us, He expects us to give Him glory and let the world know that He is the God that blesses. I see blessings in a lot of things…both tangible and intangible, and I keep saying when you hide His blessings; you hide His glory. 

It’s amazing how many lives we touch everyday when we do not keep our lives bottled up but we share it with others. 

Sometimes I try not to write anything or share anything because of the backlash we keep getting from some people who think the reason we project our marriage or relationship is because we want to show off or boast about having the best of marriage. But truth is we are not even close to that…we’re all a work in progress but must that stop us from sharing our own truths? We don’t even force anybody to accept our truth as their truth…we just share what we know. 

Some people believe in not sharing anything about their life with others for whatever reason and they just want you to be like them. Possibly they feel, too much sharing puts them on the radar of the devil who doesn’t like to see any good thing. But, sometimes you never learn any new thing doing that and you never get to be of help or be a mentor to anyone by doing that. As we share part of our lives with others we impart knowledge, life experiences, and we learn both ways. A word from someone can reorient your life, make you do some re-evaluation and put you back in line with your goals.

So yes, many times I fight myself to not share my writings or thoughts but I keep getting the feeling that the thoughts (some call it experience) you refuse to share may be someone’s life-saver. And how disappointing it will be that you held the key to someone’s solution but didn’t give it. 

I guess it shouldn’t matter what other people of the world think…as long as God knows the motive behind what you do and that it’s ultimately to show forth His glory, He will watch over His word to perform it and there’s nothing the devil and his cohorts can do about it. Though there’s never been any blessing in a man’s life that has never attracted evil…but because God must never fail on His word, he watches over the blessings…as long as we keep playing our part and keeping our relationship with Him.

But at the end of the day, what’s of most importance to me is that when I get home, my wife sees me as the same person others see out there through my writings and the life I project. The nice things people write and say about me will mean nothing to me or to her if she does not see me unselfishly loving her and helping build our own relationship or marriage the way Christ would want it. 

Finally mature 😝

So here’s how I welcome myself to the thirties and I hope I don’t get called “immature” again…even after all I have seen, experienced, and achieved in my twenties. 😂 Thank you all for being a part of my journey and my growth into “maturity”. Or, is the thirties bracket not the ones you people call “mature”? 😂

Cheers to “maturity”!! 😜💪👌

 ©Mark Gadogbe (McApple), 2018

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Motherhood: the most valuable profession 

A girl didn’t want to become like her mother when she grows up because all she does is cook, cook, cook and clean, clean, clean. She wanted to become the CEO of her own company and have people serve her, and her Dad was pleased with her ambitions.


Her mother was sad hearing that from her daughter and all the more sad at her husband for encouraging their daughter to look mean on her duty as a wife and mother. 

So, she gave up her duties for a few days and her daughter wrote something beautiful in the end that touched her heart. Her daughter had a change of mindset. 

She wants to become like her mum when she grows up

The lesson I picked? 

Value motherhood. And teach your daughters how to become mothers first because everything else comes down to that (Don’t read it wrong). 

Cheers! 

©Mark Gadogbe (McApple), 2017

Being in a place of hope: my testimony

​Past times tell of how far we’ve come…whenever discouraged, we look back. 

Yesterday I was very troubled in mind, body, soul and spirit. I was because for sometime now I’ve not been too enthused about my life because I feel one aspect of my life isn’t working well the way I want it to. I am a very organized person, constantly making plans for my life, and putting things in order because I hate being in a situation where I’m caught off guard and have to just cling on hope. I want to always have a grip on my life and I feel I work so hard on myself to keep things that way.

 

But for some months now, life has kept me clinging on hope and I do hate it so much. I hate to be in a place where I can’t figure things out, have solutions to things and just have to hope it works out, hope I sail through, hope I survive. I hate to HOPE! I want to KNOW! 
I don’t like to hope I get to a certain destination in life, I want to know based on my plans for the journey, that I will surely get there. I always want to know and plan how my next one year will be like, how the house will run the next one year, how much should be put into savings or investments, etc. You know, that kind of thing.

But lately God has been scattering all my plans, or so it felt. And He allows certain situations to keep triggering that feeling of helplessness that makes you cling on hope.
Yes, so yesterday I couldn’t sleep. And I didn’t know what to do as I left the bedroom to just be in the hall all by myself at around midnight. Then after sitting for a while, something (I guess God) made me take my laptop, go grab my external drive and just go through the photo database I’ve created on it. Maybe that was just my way of passing the time, but then, God started whispering to me in my mind as I watched many pictures from as far back as I could to the present, that OUR PAST TIMES TELL OF HOW FAR WE’VE COME
I saw so many past blessings including the fact that I could afford my own flight ticket and we could afford my wife’s flight tickets every year all through her masters degree on a bursary that did not cover cost of flights. We could afford a descent accommodation and in fact, change accommodation 3 times in 2 years without exhausting all the rent period in the previous two and not even getting refunded. We’ve sacrificed to help many in times of their needs, amongst many other blessings. 

And the rhema God finally left me as I went back to bed around 3:30am, prayed till 4am, and then got up around 5:30am for work was that, WHENEVER I’M DISCOURAGED, I SHOULD LOOK BACK ON MY PAST. He categorically said I SHOULD NEVER FORGET MY PAST; I SHOULD NEVER FORGET WHERE MY BLESSINGS COME FROM
He said Son, don’t worry, I trained you that way to always be sure of what’s coming, but even when it looks like all you have is hope, I’VE GOT IT ALL UNDER CONTROL. 

With that assurance, I don’t know if my problem is solved, whether I won’t worry again the next time things are not moving on well according to my plans, but I learned it’s OK to be in A PLACE OF HOPE


©Mark Gadogbe (McApple), 2017