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"Wait! She's not married at her age? Then why is she so happy??"

"They're yet to have children? I can imagine the secret fights and unhappiness in their marriage. I wonder if they actually enjoy sex any longer seeing it has not yielded any fruits"

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How many times have we put others in a box of our life's expectancy and judged their happiness based on our skewed idea of what a happy life should consist of?

And how many times have we let society define the boundaries of our joy, determine the clock-time of our lives and set timelines for our achievements? Leaving us weak, scared and discouraged over situations that are beyond our control.


Yes, maybe you had a thousand abortions but consider that there are virgins treating infertility issues and prostitutes who get pregnant yearly. It doesn't all depend on your past sins. If God forgave you, you stand forgiven and whole. Wombs get restored, uterine temperatures and hormonal imbalances are not beyond the reach of God who raised men from the dead.


Guilt can hinder the flow of healing. Open your heart, let guilt go. Rest in Jesus and enjoy your marriage. The litmus test for a "thriving marriage" is not children.


Oh yes it hurts! Oh yes you desire the "Mini-mes" - fruits of your love relationship and people to share your affection with.


While you pray and seek medical solutions, don't tie up your joy in a box or let society drain you with the bad-mouthing pipe. Don't bring your life to a halt.

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To the single lady under pressure, marriage is not the peak of fulfillment and you're not incomplete without a lover. Don't give in to pressure. If they're not ready to commit, to love only you, to keep you as priority. If they'll take your love and sacrifices for granted then keep waiting for the one who won't. Keep your standards of Godliness, vision and sacrificial love, don't settle for less than you're worth.

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And don't be the one who sets the boundaries of joy on others because you feel they don't qualify based on your perceived sense of their lack.


Yes they might actually be having the greatest sexual experiences. You are not God. There's no fourth person in the Trinity.


Written by:

Mercy-Hephzibah Esang
(JesusGirl)

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