Yesterday, I was awake until 2 a.m. I had been in bed for 2 hours just meditating on the goodness of God in my life, both the seen and the unseen.
All my life, God has been so good and faithful to me.
I thought about all the moments God has not only been my Father but a Great Friend too.
Honestly, I have been to places that naturally, it would never have been me but I have found myself being the most preferred one effortlessly. And anytime this happens, I always know that it is God’s grace. His favour has caused me to meet the right people at the right time and at the right place.
I was just thinking about the last 5 years. God has been so good to me all the way. So many transitions but I have grown tremendously into a heavyweight in all aspects, in ways that I didn’t even expect LoL
In 2015 on 24th December, my dad collapsed at a hotel and was rushed to the hospital. The sugar and blood pressure levels were so abnormal, even the doctors didn’t quite get how he didn’t suffer a stroke. I remember the whole church was praying for my dad that night, what a family I have in Global Light Ministry. One of Pastor’s protocol told me that my Pastor, Pastor Judah Kalinga literally stopped what he was doing in that moment and went on his knees to pray for my dad in deep tongues. Of course, the church where I grew up in and where my parents fellowship at, Nchurai Methodist Church in Meru, stood with us too. That night was like a battle. The following day, he was radiating with the newness of life. My faithful God restored him completely. We had our Christmas in hospital but celebrating his health.
A few months later in 2016 a few months to my graduation, mummy starts feeling some pain on her legs as she takes her breakfast. She was preparing to go and check the farm and see the people who had been working on it in a place called Rwanda, a few hours to Isiolo. She is the most hardworking woman, I know (still continued to operate her business in a wheelchair after being discharged from the hospital.) As she placed the slice of the bread she was eating on the table to check her legs, the pain was spreading upwards. And before she knew it, she couldn’t feel her legs. She screamed in pain, as my dad rushed her to the hospital. After the first hospital refused to admit her and referred her to another ‘bigger hospital’, 1 hour away, she was paralyzed from her waist downwards.
When I got the call that mum had been rushed to the hospital, I remember just telling the Holy Spirit that I knew this sickness was not unto death and that she was whole. I declared that she was satisfied with long life. I think that whole year was the hardest one in my life. As my brothers cried at my mother’s bed side, I didn’t shed a tear. All I kept telling her was that she is healed and that she needed to believe it and walk. Now, my mum is a woman of faith, she has been all her life but I told her what I knew, what my Pastor had taught me the past 2 years that I had been fellowshipping at Global Light Ministry. That Christ in her is the hope of glory and sickness would not co-exist with Christ. My faith remained unshaken and she never pitied herself even for a minute. She remained strong for everyone. Then the 2nd hospital referred her to another hospital. At this point, she couldn’t turn herself or even sit. As we came back to Nairobi from Meru for the MRI tests and for the hospital transfer, she was brought with an ambulance. The ambulance had to come at a minimum speed because she would cry in pain if it hit any bumps or potholes. Her back was sore and bed sores were starting to creep in.
The next months were the hardest. Even how I graduated is a miracle in itself. Then mum’s health improved. She could now sit down but was discharged in a wheelchair, with the doctors saying that only therapy would work, that is, if will ever walk again.
Earlier that night, as I was sleeping, the Holy Spirit literally woke me up and told me to pray for my mother in tongues. It was 3 a.m. I remember feeling the presence of something else in that house, It wasn’t God or angels. It was like the devil stood there staring at me. He has the worst presence ever. Anyway, as instructed, I prayed for my mum in tongues until I got the victory note and then that thing was gone. That day, God showed me what exactly happened and how mum got sick but that wasn’t the focus. Whatever and wherever the sickness came from, it was the devil but I got the victory note that she is well. This was my conviction, the dominant thought in my spirit. Divine health was at work in her body. The life of God was running in her bones and veins. My mum got discharged the following day.
Later after I went to be with her in Meru, I remember I was wheeling her around in the compound and I didn’t see a stone in front which caused the wheelchair to shake and she fell. She seemed so helpless. I think it is at this point when I can say I was really shaken. Or those moments I found her on the floor because she was trying to get up without asking anybody for help and ended up falling down. My mum will tell you that she has never seen me shed a tear through it all but my God knows what was happening in secret. I cried a lot, couldn’t sleep but my Father, Papa God, was there for me. There is not a day I was alone, through the pain. There are times I was completely withdrawn and felt like God wasn’t there with me or He didn’t care but thank God they were just feelings. And feelings fade. Now, I behold God’s goodness when I look at mum. She is a wonderful woman, always anchored in God’s Word! Shout out to my dad for being her Prince Charming throughout this whole experience and the past 36 years😊 We surely walked in victory.