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Who Owns Your Nose?

When a person is talking about their future in Brazil, you may hear them say, "I'm the owner of my nose!" To an American, it sounds both obvious and weird. What is this person saying? 

They are saying something like, "I'm in charge of my destiny!" We might say, "I don't let anyone tell me what to do!" 

I hope that this is not the way that you think. If you are a Godchild, then you know what Paul told the Corinthian's in 

1 Corinthians 7:4 The wife does not have authority over her own body but yields it to her husband. In the same way, the husband does not have control over his own body but yields it to his wife.

In our day of mixed-up thinking, yielding our supposed rights to anyone is offensive. Most today would blow off the grand Apostle's advice as chauvinist. Equal rights or no rights is the slogan of the day. 

However, an Internet search about successful marriages reveals that over half end in divorce. Most recently, both Mr. and Mrs. Jeff Bezoz and Mr. and Mrs. Bill Gates have parted ways. They highlight the fact that money can't buy happiness in marriage. 

When a man and woman realize that their nose has a new owner and that the rest of their body belongs to their partners, they will be making the best investment possible in marital bliss. Let your nose guide you to that decision. You may not have a lot of money, but you will see God bless your marriage in unique ways. 

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