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Beginning of Greatness

One of the events etched in my memory, which I probably won't forget in a while is the Nelson Mandela memorial service.

In that one single gathering were a lot of the worlds most powerful leaders. Anyone who was anybody was there. But what got my attention more was the spouses of these leaders.

As I watched them, I tried to imagine how it would feel waking up every day besides people who had so much influence in their worlds. On whose shoulders rested directions that could and have altered a lot of lives.

It made me remember a certain Rev Eastwood Anaba service I attended. If you know me well, you would know I have major love for him. Even if you don't know me well, you only have to go through my pictures on Facebook to realize his image was one of the first I posted ever, even before my own picture.

Well, after this service, I started telling my friend how I should have been born earlier, so I could have married him, lol. My friend said a very interesting thing: 'You never know which even more great person God will raise, and for you'. Deep statement, right?

Fast forward to a few days ago. I attended what I can simply refer to as a mind blowing service!I immediately remembered what my friend said,God was indeed not done raising greatness. And as i sat in the service, I again thought of the wife of this man.

Have you thought for a second how the next great man could be your partner? Maybe you are not married to him yet and he probably doesn't look like 'powerful man' material. But have you checked the beginnings of these people you consider big today?

Everything begins in seed form. So little. But in it can great things spring from.So?

Believe, encourage and pray that the greatness in whoever is with you,in you and through you will manifest

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