Today I learned that Sir Winston Churchill repeated the eighth grade three times due to problems learning the English language (even as an American writer, I've yet to master the language : ). Years later, Oxford University asked Churchill to speak at their commencement service. As he stood at the podium he shouted, "Never give up!" Moments later his voice thundered through the audience again, "Never give up!" Churchill then turned and exited the stage.
I also heard a song entitled Never Give Up by Yolonda Adams, today.
I think the Lord is trying to tell me something.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Never Give Up
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Tuesday, January 8, 2008
2008 A New Year
Aah, another year. One by which we've never seen before and will never see again. How blessed we are to have been able to cross over into 2008, for there were many others who were not so fortunate. I've pondered a resolve or two to vow, but was quickly reminded that the 'will power' within me will do nothing less than fail. I've learned to will myself to the power of God. For it is His resolute that is without fail.
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Sunday, December 9, 2007
Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam (AMDG)

Life is blind but faith can see
beyond circumstances outside of me
To muster the strength in my weakness
My spirit is willing but vigor amiss
Affliction's journey have I trod
For the greater glory of God
Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam (AMDG) - For the greater glory of God
(C)2007 Takiela Bynum
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
Joy
Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.
-Psalm 30:5
Holy Bible
Sometimes midnight seems to engulf me within its darkness. Preventing me from depending on my senses to guide me. I am rendered helpless, restricted by my own physical limitations. Aah, but my souls reminds me that there is One whose strength is perfected in my weakness. My mortal being draws on that of a higher power. I feel Him restoring me and as the morning dawns so does my joy.
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