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HAVE YOU MADE A MISTAKE? "cross" it and move on.

When I started using pens in primary school, I
often made mistakes.
I would try hard to erase them. Sometimes I used
chalk, but it later reappeared. So I began to use
saliva, it worked but only to leave holes in my
book.
My teachers then used to beat me for being
outrageously dirty. But all I tried to do was cover
my errors. One day, a kind hearted teacher called
me aside.
"Young man, anytime you make a mistake, just
cross it and move on. Trying to erase it would
only damage your book".
"But, I don't want people to see my mistake and
laugh at me", I protested.
"Trying to erase it will make more people know
about your mess, and the stigma is for life.
HAVE YOU MADE A MISTAKE?
"cross" it and move on.That is; take your
mistakes to the Cross of Calvary, at the feet of
Jesus, leave it there and move on.Don't try to
create more irredeemable errors by trying within
your power to erase it.'To error is human' so put
it in the hands of The Divine One.........
NOTE:the devil knows our name but he calls us
by our sins...........God knows our sins but HE
calls us by our Names.
: In life, Some may walk,others may run.
Remember the Lord gave the tortoise and the
horse the same days to reach Noah's ark. Your
journey might be rough and tough but you will
definitely get to your destination. Be prayerful and
stay blessed.
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