Same Place, Same God

 Scripture: ‘Then Isaac planted [seed] in that land [as a farmer] and reaped in the same year a hundred times [as much as he had planted], and the Lord blessed and favored him.”

‭‭Genesis‬ ‭26:12‬ ‭AMP‬‬

In the opening verse of this chapter, famine had broken out in Canaan where Isaac dwelt. As a family man compelled by his concern for his family’s survival, he decided to relocate, perhaps to a more promising place. But God specifically instructed him to stay on and his obedience to God’s dictate saw him swimming in abundance; to the astonishment of the very inhabitants of the land.The trending mantra in our country today is “the economy is hard “ ; people are under pressure to survive at all cost. You may have hatched a good plan; you may be considering a change of partners, place, professions or practices, with the hope of getting better results. However prolific your plan may be, it’s best you hear from God first before you take any actions cos that’s the only way you can be assured of survival. 

Prayer

Lead me, oh Lord ,my shepherd and propel my steps into abundance. Bless and favor me in Jesus name…Amen

#Authenticword 

Highly Inflammable

Yesterday!!! Hmmmm ,Karma caught me off guard . I had left home smelling like a forcefully dried Kako(a type of salted fish), due to the fact that when I washed and hanged my dress, it didn’t get a good exposure to the sun. So me,of all people, who doesn’t  have a thing for perfumes had to dig the grave to get one. Thankfully my husband’s spray came in handy, although the label screamed a loud “Pour homme (for men) at me, i Ignored it and went ahead to pelt my dress with some few splashes, just so I can neutralize the Kako scent cos I wasn’t in the mood to change clothes. So with my borrowed perfume label on, I stepped out with a shaky confidence ready to kill some few witches with the scent.

 From my hood to the main road, I was sandwiched at the backseat of a taxi, between a man and a woman. Right there norrr I switched off my conscience, didn’t care if they were inhaling the scent or insulating their senses against it. After all, no one has the right to ask me why I am smelling like Kako🤨To my dismay, they didn’t show any signs of being uneasy and that left me wondering if I was having a psycho attack😜 cos I could still smell it o.hmmmm, All the same, their irresponsiveness assured me that everything was under control.

 Few minutes later, I was heading towards the 3rd seat of a lapaz bound troski, the only seat available was close to one fine looking giant of a man, who had his hand resting on the seat in front to enable him take a nap like we all do once a while. Little did I know a surprise awaited me, one that was going to teach me a beautiful lesson about life. This man I sat beside was so generous to share his naturally brewed sweaty armpit saturated perfume with me,unsolicited.

Through out the journey, his right hand stayed in its position and unfortunately for me, due to my deficiency in height, my head landed straight under his armpit. Geez, it was as though my family witches had decided to punish me for nursing the plan of polluting the atmosphere with my kakofumed dress. Being so early in the morning, at about 8a.m I didn’t expect such from a co passenger cos constitutionally, It’s only driver’s mate who are permitted by law to emit such highly flammable odour at such an early hour of the day. 

Hmmm, the scent I inhaled that day from the armpit areas nu, no amount of nose masks could have prevented it from feasting in my nostrils. As if to make matters worse, he volunteered to be the middle man between the mate and the passengers at the backseat. Taking money to and fro, and each time he moves that right hand nu, the kind of freshly updated and revised volcanic eruptive air that escapes from the armpit and hits me on the face nu, it was potent enough to revive a corpse.

Fortunately or Unfortunately, I alighted about 45 minutes later, so the endurance nu dier, I endured papaaapa cos no one even alighted to make room for me to switch places until I got to my destination. So this was how the tables turned completely against me, who had set out to plague people with a higher version of the Covid katarrh with my Kako scent nu.

lesson learn, when you are planning wicked for your neighbor, the devil too is planning hell for you 😁😁

Pheuswrww, let me be going erh before I infect you with my kattarrhh 🤧

Congratulations

You are pregnant!! I can imagine your excitement. Welcome to the world of motherhood. I believe this is the most critical stage of a woman’s life. To have another life growing up in you and depend on you for survival is nothing to be taken lightly. From this moment on, you cease to live for yourself but for that little chap growing up in you. Know that your actions and inactions can affect your baby greatly. 

It is every woman’s desire to give birth to a healthy baby and I know you are no exception . The good news is, the greater percentage of the possibility of giving birth to a healthy baby depends on you. Tag along as i share some basic health tips that can help you have a risk free pregnancy, a safe delivery, a healthy baby and a happy life. I will share some medical conditions I went through in my pregnancy, delivery, and post delivery and various precautions and preventive measures I used to overcome such conditions. Feel free to ask questions and make contributions. Leave a comment each time you visit this page so I would know how relevant and beneficial this page is to you. 

Take a ride with me

As a mother and a civil servant who doesn’t own a car yet, I make my way to work each day on the famous troski(trotro) I get to meet different caliber of people from all walks and strata of life .The moments we spend together creates some weird but funny memories . 

These experiences on the trotro is what I will be sharing with you. I have spiced the stories up a bit to make them funny just so you can have a good laugh. Once again I will be looking forward to reading your comments. 😊 

BAD YEAR, GOOD GOD

 

Living in this year had been so hard

Like walking on a road that is bald

Many a times God seemed like a cad

Who my afflictions had no regard

Sometimes my faith I had wanted to discard

Yes it was seriously that bad

There were days I couldn’t afford a pad

Birthdays celebrated without a card

Cos even to get what to eat was hard

There were moments I lost every strength I had

Cos my efforts to progress seemed to retard

Many times I was broken and sad

And  wished from this life I had retired 

I could run to none not even my dad

Cos though we are related by blood

By faith we are barred

But despite all the pressure I didn’t go mad

Neither did I make my home in the graveyard 

I didn’t get mocked by a sympathizing crowd 

And I didn’t get stuck in the mud

Cos through it all, Christ was all I had

His word has been my shield and guard

He has caused me to escape the flood

Yes, I have enjoyed his grace, like custard

To my life a year he has cared to add

And renewed my days like that of a lad

And for that I am so glad

He’s been a good God

In a year so bad

No Shame, No Failure

 

Scripture: “Many are saying of me, “There is no help [no salvation] for him in God.” Selah. But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, My glory [and my honor], and the One who lifts my head.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭3:2-3‬ ‭AMP‬‬

When all hope is lost and reproach seems to be knocking at your door. Perhaps,people are speculating that even the God you claim you serve has rejected you. Enemies are predicting your end cos your situation seems hopeless. Lift up your eyes to the heavens and say like David did, …thou oh Lord, are a shield for me, my glory and the one who lifts my head. Dare God to come to the scene, to silence your critics.See, God will never ever put you to shame, if all you have done is to lean on his word, trust his will for your life and follow his leadings . It may look really bad but I bet you, just like Job, you are recovering everything in seven folds. Your latter glory will be greater than the former. God’s gat you.

Prayer

I lift up my eyes unto you Lord, my helper. May I not be put to shame because I have trusted in your word. Amen

Believe You

 Don’t ever give up on yourself cos you are all you need to make it in life. People would try their best to encourage or help you but if you are not ready to believe in yourself and fight your way to success, their efforts will amount to nothing. You can make it, don’t give up💪🏽

MEET ME

 Hello there, I’m Charly Newton. Welcome to my blog. Right here, I will be sharing my experiences in life with you; from all angles. My experiences as a daughter, sister, girlfriend 🤣, wife, mother, teacher, gospel artiste and minister of God but the core of it will be my experience as a mother. I have had the opportunity to learn so much and still learning a lot on the job😆 that is why I named this blog A Mother’s Diary. The intricacies of life as well as the splendid moments of bliss I have experienced so far seems to be at its zenith right at this stage of my life as a mother. 

Growing up, writing was my hobby but unfortunately, I lost my pen one day so I retired but thank God I found it after I became a mother .As a jovial person, I love to add a touch of humor to my write ups so that as much as people are being educated as they read, they would also be entertained. In actual fact, seeing people happy gives me so much satisfaction and fulfillment and I sincerely believe this is the hub of my purpose on earth.  Do well to subscribe and follow this blog so you can be notified when I post an update, I have so much to share with you; the thought of it is making me nervous 🤣💃🏽. I look forward to reading your comments as well to also learn from you. Feel free to ask questions, make suggestions and share your experiences on any topics discussed here.

Special acknowledgment to my dearest husband; Mr Newton for being such a great support to my ministry. To my spiritual father and my mentor; Rev Peter Abakah-Mensah and Lady Vida Abakah Mensah who have been a constant source of encouragement to me. To Mr Prince Addo for creating this blog for me and to an angel I met on Facebook (TIM) ; Ofosua Daaku Ammah, she made me see the need to work on this blog. ☺️ A Mothers Diary is here to Educate, Entertain and Enlighten you. Enjoy a Read .

Devotional

Title: Allow Him to Lead

Scripture: “Now Jesus, full of [and in perfect communication with] the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the wilderness”

‭‭Luke‬ ‭4:1‬ ‭AMP‬‬

If ever there is any thing I would wish for anyone, especially a born again believer, it would be the ability to hear God’s voice on daily basis. You can’t imagine the beauty of life when it is in constant and perfect alignment with the will of God. When your every step is directed by the Holy Spirit, even if it’s into the wilderness like Jesus, there is an assurance of safety. Imagine the hurdles you would overcome, the dangers you would escape, the mistakes you would avoid, the disappointments and heartbreaks you would be saved from if you allow the Holy Spirit to lead. No doubt Jesus had a fulfilling life and successful ministry. The Bible says he was in “perfect communication” with the Holy Spirit. Which supposes that, he was consistently led by the Holy Spirit. No wonder within a period of three (3) years, he was able to accomplish his purpose in life. In like manner, we could also fulfil our purposes more swiftly and smoothly if we would allow the Holy Spirit to lead us. 

Prayer:

Lord, make me sensitive to your voice and obedient to your leadings. Amen

#Authenticword

#CharlyNewtonIsD2G

Be Positive

 Be positive at all times, even in the face of negativity. 

ITS COMPLICATED

And There I stood 

on that fateful day so confused 

After the angel I had excused

Yes it was a day no one could be amused 

How was this going to sound to the obtused

That which to people cannot be easily diffused 

And yet to me, it could not be refused

What Heaven in my womb had infused

Yes it was something for one to be enthused

But I knew I was definitely going to be accused

Accused Of being a girl who men have misused 

Although heaven knew I was unused

But how could i explain this without being misunderstood?

Oh how i wished by me someone stood

Someone who could speak on my behalf as issued 

Cos I had to tell the world what ensued

Yet i felt my lips have been noosed

How could i get it loosed?

To freely share the news

That what i was carrying was induced

Yes Divinity in my womb reduced

And for this i could not be sued

Joseph, whom i thought had understood 

Was aggrieved cos his fruit had been juiced

And perhaps he thought i was soused 

To make a confession so incredibly shrewd 

Or just maybe i thought he could be rused

To believe the spirit did this to his espoused 

My heart was deeply Bruised

As on the ship of destiny i Cruised

Unknown if our marriage could  be Pursued

Cos in his mind suspicions were aroused 

Now my well structured life did not look composed 

But i trusted the one who had proposed 

My womb for his intent for man to be exposed

And I kept this silently to myself as supposed

Until the hour came for mankind’s hope to be produced

What a glorious moment it was for me, once opposed 

As i held in the palm of my arms so enclosed

The one and only savior of mankind transposed 

I didn’t only stare but shared in the glory imposed 

All women of the earth called me blessed the most 

Yet no one knew the anguish in me, posed

but the end was worth the pain caused 

Today I am the most celebrated host

In every single social media post

About the savior to the world introduced 

Through the womb of a woman favouredly Unopposed.

Now I stand honored whenever his birth is Announced 

Because my name is pronounced 

I am Mary and this is my story.