​Father’s Day: The Father Won’t Let Go.

Father’s Day: The Father Won’t Let Go


Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.  In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out of the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.  He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.  Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a u-turn to swim to his father.
It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. An incredible tug-of-war between the two began. The alligator was much stronger than the father but the father was much too passionate to let go, and dug his nails into the little boy’s arms.
A farmer driving by heard the screams of the child, and after retrieving a rifle from his truck, raced to the water’s edge and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks in the hospital, the little boy recovered.
The local newspaper reporter interviewing the boy after the trauma asked if he would show him his scars.  The little boy lifted his pant legs and said, “These are the scars from where the alligator tried to pull me under the water.”  Then, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and said, “Now look at my arms.  These are the scars where my father wouldn’t let me go.”
Each of us is marked.  Yes, there are scars we bear in our lives because of poor choices we have made.  But if we look closely, there are other marks we have incurred, where a loving sovereign God has refused to let us go.  At the time, His grip of grace may seem painful, but it is all for our protection, so that we may be preserved to live, and testify of His tender mercies that He reveals to us with each new day.

John 10:28  “. . . neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.”

I came across this story and decided to share it because it blessed me.

#randomstories

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Fathers in Heaven and on Earth

I went to visit a friend, Foluke Ajanaku Udeh, very many years ago when school was out. I saw a small framed statement in the living room and it stayed with me since then, 

“A father is someone you can look up to, no matter how tall you grow.”

My Dad fulfilled these words till he left to be with our heavenly father. I remember him fondly and with deep respect.

Happy father’s day to all fathers past, present and future and to the women who love them.

LIFE LESSONS FROM MY FATHER: LOVE YOUR IN-LAWS

LESSON 11
Love Your In-Laws

It’s 3 years today already since my mother relocated to heaven. And as you know, about 2 months ago, my father went to meet her. A friend jokingly asked, “Andrew now that you are an orphan, which orphanage would you go to?” ROTFL. It was so funny cos truly I don be orphan be that o. And please don’t even think I am too old to be one. There is no age limit jare.

Anyways, I am dedicating today’s post to my mom. So I will be sharing a lesson I learnt from my mom. Even though my mom was a no nonsense woman, she had the utmost respect for her in laws. I never understood that for a long time. I am sure that having some very funny uncles and aunties are not unique to my family but whenever they came around or we went for one of those meetings, my mom would get up to ensure they are catered for and greet everyone. She was very peaceful with them and very careful. She would say, ‘having problems with your in laws is a quick way of having problems in your own family”.  So whatever you do let peace reign.
Word of advise to those who pray to marry spouses without parents, someone is praying that you too won’t be alive to see your kids marry. It’s called sowing & reaping. Please repent. Ironically, one sure way to secure the man or woman after your heart is to endear his or her family to you. Not because you are using them, but you are learning quickly to make them realize they are truly important and their son or daughter is safe with you. It may not be genuine initially, but it will naturally develop into genuine love.

My father’s family held my mother in very high esteem because they know she must always represent.

Miss you so much mom. I am pretty sure God and Jesus are ROTFL. I wish my daughter, Annalisa met you. This one is for you #mwuahkiss

“Follow peace with all men, and holiness without which no man shall see God”. Heb 12:14

From my brother,
Andrew Oyanna
#OMODADDYATIOMOMUMMY
CEO, ANDRÉ MARTIN | FYNE BOYZ CREW
http://www.andremartinics.com

LIFE LESSONS FROM MY FATHER: CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME

LESSON 10
Charity Begins at Home

Happy New Week to y’all! I do hope that you too, a great weekend.

If your parents have never told you, “my child, charity begins at home”, then you are probably very young and likely  have a new generation set of parents (lol… just kidding). Anyways, I heard that phrase from my parents wella.

My dad did not believe you should be a star in whatever you did without your family being the first partakers. I can remember a few occasions. Ok… I sing, and quite well too especially back then as a teenager but these days the cares of this world are taking its toll but we shall overcome. Because of this gift, and of course good ratings from church, my dad sentenced me to be the official praise & worship leader of the house. So when we pray in the morning or at night, like I fear, I will you just hear, ” Seiza!(my native name) oya lead us in worship”. Come and see grumble… “Baba yii, kilode now?! Let others lead too now.” Ofcourse I am not saying I led 100% of the time o but my name just leaves his lips easily. And he would say then, “charity begins at home”. You can’t claim to be a chorister and not lead worship at home.

It makes sense now but back then it was just my dad disturbing my life, more so, my mother didn’t enjoy my style of singing jare (that woman eh, na real old school … lol). I wish I could send a voice note of her imitating my singing, she was truly hilarious. Miss them both.

Your family should be first beneficiaries of whatever blessing or gift you might have.
” A hardworking farmer should get the first share of the crops” 2Tim 2:6

Andrew Oyanna
#OMODADDY
CEO, André Martin | FYNE BOYZ CREW
http://www.andremartinics.com

LIFE LESSONS FROM MY FATHER: RESPECT WOMEN

Lesson 8: Respect Women

I would like to quickly clarify something that may or may not have crossed your mind. “So if it’s life lessons from his father, what about his mother? Does that mean he dint learn anything from his mom? Or was she a bad mom?” Hold the reins horsie (ROTFL) Don’t allow your imaginations run away with you. I say this with all emphasis, I wouldn’t have asked for better parents. I love them both. And the truth is you can’t really tell the story of my father without my mom. She was his rock, confidante and best friend. My dad had the utmost regard for my Mom and for women in general and he ensured we learnt that lesson at an early age. I have 2 elder sisters whom I love so much but every once in a while, during our childhood days, we fight like every other siblings would do and of course I will win (please don’t tell my sisters o). Anyways, after such incidents, my dad would so beat me not just because fighting was wrong but because I hit a woman, more so my sister. So, on a few occasions after that, when my sister would hit me for whatever reason, I would be so angry that I would cry sometimes because I couldn’t hit back. I would tell them, just be glad you are a woman o (lol). That has stuck with me till now. It made me develop a sense of respect for ladies which gave me access to the lady folks and mutual respect. I personally think that the women are stronger in many aspects than men.

To underestimate the power of a woman, is the 2nd biggest mistake to not accepting Jesus! Because only Jesus can save you, when you enter their gbese!

Andrew Oyanna
#OMODADDY
CEO, André Martin | FYNE BOYZ CREW
http://www.andremartinics.com

LIFE LESSONS FROM MY FATHER: THE POWER OF UNITY

From my brother:
Lesson 6: Power of Unity

As we wrap up the final burial celebration of our beloved father, I want to quickly drop off this very important lesson from him.

If there was something my father desired so very much, it was that all of his children lived as one, in unity. He always looked for opportunities for us to do stuff together and went out of his way to ensure we were a part of each other’s lives. When he called, he would ask if I had spoken to my siblings and vice versa. As a ritual, except you are not in town, we spent Christmas at his brother’s family and they spent their new year at ours. This has been going for at least 40yrs. His lesson paid off as there is still 100% unity among us the kids and we pulled off one of the most emotionally challenging task ever without stepping on each other’s toes. There was even testimonies from onlookers that we were truly united. You couldn’t even tell who were in laws from kids. Daddy, we are proud to say your training paid off and your deepest desires has come true.
“And the people are one, then nothing shall be impossible for them to achieve”

Andrew Oyanna
#OMODADDY
CEO, André Martin|FYNE BOYZ CREW
http://www.andremartinics.com

LIFE LESSONS FROM MY FATHER: BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE

From my brother

LESSON 5: Be proud of who you are

The burial ceremony of our late father was such a success that if it wasn’t for the fact that death would be such a weird thing to celebrate naturally speaking, I would have said, ” let’s do this again sometime”. We appreciate everyone for their presence and support. We had no idea of all the lives that our father had been such a blessing to. Such an honor well deserved. I shed a few tears, it was such an emotional moment.
We had such a long day that I couldn’t send out any lesson for yday. I am sure today’s will make it worth it.

I remember like yday when I was being shipped to boarding school, the night before my departure, my dad gave me a gift; A Bible and when I opened the pages, he had  inscribed on it, “Remember the son of whom you are”. I can never forget it. So throughout my stay in school, even though I wasn’t a saint all through, it really guided my decisions, the kind of people I moved with even the kind of crimes I committed (lol… Don’t judge me). All in all, I was a good boy and still am. I may not have come from a very rich family, but we were wealthy all the same. I knew people who denied who they truly were; their family, what they had or didn’t have. Every family has a value they hold dear. What’s yours? Know it and stand by it. A good name is better than riches. I am glad I have that good name. That’s where André Martin came from #winkwink

Andrew Oyanna
#OMODADDY
CEO, André Martin | FYNE BOYZ CREW