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    All Things Are Possible
    All Things Are Possible
    All Things Are Possible
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    All Things Are Possible

    By Phronesis Love

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    This book is about a lot of things. Most importantly, its about the love of family and love within the family. Support, growth, strength and the things we take for granted. Growing up and finding oneself in that family. Its about self esteem issues, learning to find oneself and realising there is no doing it alone. The direction and leadership of the Holy Spirit is irreplaceable.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateNov 29, 2016
    ISBN9781524666750
    All Things Are Possible
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    Phronesis Love

    A child of God and a committed born again Christian, Phronesis Love was raised by a single mother with her two sisters and extended family in the small town of Mthatha, Transkei in the Eastern Cape. She has always shown interest in literary works, as a child she would bury herself in books and newspapers. She loves God and family and helping the homeless. It is not surprising that her first book offering is about love and family. Dynamic woman with a depth of character that is vividly expressed in her writing. Her authoring shares her experiences, challenges and victories in the world and circumstances that presented a worthy opponent.

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      All Things Are Possible - Phronesis Love

      © 2016 Phronesis Love. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 11/29/2106

      ISBN: 978-1-5246-6674-3 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-5246-6675-0 (e)

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Scripture quotations marked KJV are from the Holy Bible, King James Version (Authorized Version). First published in 1611. Quoted from the KJV Classic Reference Bible, Copyright © 1983 by The Zondervan Corporation.

      Unless otherwise indicated, all scripture quotations are from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version® (ESV®). Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

      CONTENTS

      Acknowledgements

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      About the Author

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      Father I thank you for your Grace. Thank you for giving me the Holy Spirit to guide, nurture and groom me.

      CHAPTER 1

      When I was younger, I was scared of trying new things – mostly because I didn’t want to fail. It just did not appeal to me at all. Why fix something that is not broken? Change is really scary, and it can make your comfort zone unravel.

      I was one of those people who let things happen. It was really hard for me to pick up the pieces when things went haywire. I was very smart at school, so I wanted to be that way everywhere.

      My school was not big – only up to grade nine. When I got to grade seven, I had a choice to change to another school or remain until I completed grade nine. The school approached my grandmother, who used to be a teacher there, asking for me to complete everything there, as that would boost the school’s reputation. I went on to represent the school on a district level for home economics/needlework.

      Academically, I was doing really well. Sports, I wasn’t doing anything. I was amazing with anything to do with books and reading, but I was afraid of standing in front of my classmates and talking. As long as the teacher didn’t pick me to do anything in front of the whole class, I was fine. Everyone of us had to do it, but I was scared every day.

      I was teased a lot then for almost everything. I was ugly, and I had sores all over my body that oozed puss. Some kids didn’t even want to sit next to me in class.

      Well, let me rewind a little bit here.

      Before we started grade one, my brother and I lived with my mom in a small seaside village. We lived there because that is where she worked. We went to a nearby creche/preschool. It made Mom’s life easier that we could take ourselves to school. All she had to do was make sure we were clean and fed. She would prepare our lunch boxes, which we checked before getting to school. She would fry onion with tomatoes and then add the eggs. When we had that in our lunch boxes, we knew something was off financially.

      There was a tiny bridge we crossed every day. It had crabs in abundance. If Mom prepared something we didn’t like – like the egg mix masala – we would feed it to the crabs. We would just throw everything in there because we knew we would be fed at school.

      Mom was very young, but she took care of me, my brother, and my older sister very well. She never let us hold her back as far as partying was concerned, though. She would be sure to make us dinner before she left for a party, and she would tell us not to open the door for anyone we were not familiar with.

      Looking back, I realise that men were not allowed to come by when Mom was not around. She did not trust them around us. I thank her for that. Some single women opened up their homes to strange men and even friends who had different agendas. They opened their houses to a whole bunch of messed-up people who came in and corrupted their children. We cannot always blame the system for everything. Parents need to learn to take responsibility.

      We lived in this village for a short while. Mom had a great time living there – jogging on the beach, going to parties, raising her children alone. My father was not in the picture then. I do not remember seeing him, only his older brother. Wow, did that man spoil us and play with us. He would carry me on one shoulder and my brother on the other shoulder, spin us around until we were dizzy, and throw us on the grass. But he passed on way too soon. I do not remember much about him at all. I do know that he loved us. He did not act like an uncle, more like a father.

      Every child loves playing, and we were no different. We had pets we did not own and did not want to be owned – monkeys. We would pick half-ripe bananas and wrap them in straw for a quick ripening process. The monkeys would sit in their trees and watch as we hid the bananas. The next day, we would find all the bananas on the steps facing our door. The monkeys waited for us to come out the door and then threw some at us. Once they did that, we would have to retreat back inside, because they were relentless. Sometimes we would play along, but they were really tough.

      I do not think we ever saw ourselves living elsewhere. Moving away from our so awesome mom was out of the question. Yet move we did.

      CHAPTER 2

      My uncle used to make me read him the newspaper, and as I did he would correct my pronunciation mistakes. Sometimes this would drive me crazy, as I wanted to go play with my friends, but it changed my life. It sparked something within me that would last a lifetime. Reading made me thirst for more. If I was reading a newspaper, I had to read all of it. Sometimes he would make me read just one article and then let me go play. Other times, I was the one who wanted to read more.

      My peers would be playing outside and I would hear them from a distance. When I was not interested, as would sometimes happen, I would make a lot of mistakes

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