It’s 2:52am, I keep tossing and turning in bed, because sleep, a cohort was not being friendly to me. This throws me back into some few months ago, as I try to hark back on my life. A Christian I know I was, but I felt God was not speaking to me. I had entangled my mind with self-doubt that it reflected my inner self. I’m naturally a quiet person but I seem do just fine around any kind of person. What they call adaptability. I wouldn’t usually start a conversation but if you see me alone quiet in a corner, you wouldn’t like to know what I was thinking about. The weirdest of things. This throws me back to 6th August last 3 years ago.
As a growing Christian, I was born again alright, attending church every Sunday. Well, not every Sunday. Doing what every Christian was supposed to do. But I really could not grasp the Christian life. What it meant to live, move and have your being as a Christian. I did my quiet time when I felt like it, just because my conscience told me I had missed opening my bible for the past 2 weeks.
It was on this day, I woke up after a dream I couldn’t comprehend, so the next thing, to do was to flip through my Bible naturally. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart!” sounds like a cliché which rings in our ears every time.I wondered why God was not speaking to me just like the others. And I wondered how it felt like to hear the voice of God. I prayed to Him to make this day a testimony, so I knew He was real. A short prayer I said, as I continued my day. Little did I know, God was effecting his way.
The morning was a normal one, nothing remarkable. I continued the novel I had started 2 days ago, ate and watched television. It wasn’t like I expected anything magical to happen. Then, it was 8pm and as usual, I expected to hear the noise of my dad’s engine and 2 honks of a horn so I knew the man was in. I sat in the living room waiting as my siblings went to bed. 8pm,9pm, 10pm..I phoned my Dad and he said He was on his way, so there was nothing to worry about.
As I wait, I hear a different horn, so low pitched and noisy unlike before. Wondering why he would change his car for this. I went out and I met a man carrying a large box full of documents who appeared to be my father, alighting the taxi he just paid for. The usual question everyone would ask left my lips “Where’s your car?” “Let’s go inside Nana,” he said.
The usual me, would wonder the 99 possibilities that could have befallen his car before he picks out one and dishes it to me. “Thank God I’m alive at this moment, the place you should have seen me is the hospital” my pupils widen as I wait for the completion of the story however what followed my silence was a gallery full of pictures. And the car was absolutely in a mess beyond repair. What could have caused this mess?
Just like a narration, the story is revealed, He was in the usual traffic jam returning from work when an articulated truck tried to stop two cars behind his. Apparently, the driver had a faulty big car but his legs were so short to step on the brake. His brake failed him and his car’s angry reaction to that was to step on and pass over any car it spotted in sight. Eye witnesses said it looked like a scene in the movie “Transformers”.
The aftermath of the stampede of the car was disastrous, it left so many cars in a maelstrom but just a few people hurt. Amazingly, the right side of his car from the front to the rear end was totally destroyed leaving his side intact.
After the narration, He told me to catch some sleep after I advised He have an X-ray taken the next day. Entering the room, I felt happy for two reasons; Just because He was alive, and because God had spoken to me in a different way. He chose the thundering earthquake when there was the still small voice, He normally used.
I said a thankful word of prayer and went to bed. And I actually went to bed with my eyes wide open until it was morning. He took the x- ray the next day and He was totally fine. No fractures in any bone. From the cranium to the talus.
Let us never forget to pray. God lives. He is near. He is real. He is not only aware of us but cares for us. He is our Father. He is accessible to all who will seek Him.”
― Gordon B. Hinckley
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