It’s testimony time…
Sometimes around three
weeks ago (specifically Wednesday), I had an accident. That morning, I was the
one who led the opening prayer during the morning devotion and instead of
leading the usual prayer point of “thanking God, asking for understanding as we
hear His Word, and praying for utterance for the minister of the Word,” instead
I led the prayer in tongues. I wasn’t led to lead any prayer point. I was felt
so strongly upon my heart that we should edify ourselves by praying in the Holy
Ghost. Matter of fact, the next person to lead us in praises and worship came
and we still continued praying in the Spirit instead of singing. There was a
very strong atmosphere of prayer that morning.
Then on my way to
work, I’d gone halfway before discovering I forgot something at the house. I
called someone to help me get it and meet me on the way. After getting it, I
was walking back (because I trek to school at times) and then I heard a sound
behind me. It wasn’t until I felt the pain that I realized that I was the one
who got hit by a car. I was walking on the pedestrian road, though not against
the traffic because I needed to cross at that side of the road.
The pain I felt at my
waist and hips was what confirmed the fact that the accident happened to me,
and then I stood still. I looked towards the car that hit me and saw it was
still moving but I noticed the side view mirror (not what’s holding the mirror,
but the mirror itself) was hanging loose. The hit was that forceful. After few
minutes of going ahead, the driver stopped and the one seated by the driver’s
seat tried fixing the mirror and later on, gestured “sorry” to me.
Mind you, I was still
standing where I was hit because I was literally shivering. By now, the pain
had gone (the pain left as quickly as it came) but I was too stunned to move. A
million things were running through my head. What if the car had sent me flying
and I had a broken hip, broken leg, or worse still, even flying to my death? I
gestured back to them not to bother that they can go ahead. I wasn’t hurt or
anything so why should I try to hold them down.
However, even with the
fact that those thoughts were running through my head, I was so sure of
something, and ‘twas that “I Cannot Die!” even if the car had sent me flying, I
was so sure, I’d rise, dust my body and continue moving. I’m not done with my
assignment here on earth and I’m definitely not a play tool for the enemy so
why would he have the power to kill me?
That conviction was so
strong upon my heart that “I couldn’t have died,’ no matter how fatal the
accident must have been. After I’d come back to myself, I started laughing,
smiling and singing all the way to school. People were staring at me strangely but
nah me know wetin do me (I’m the only one aware of what happened to me).
I immediately sent a
message to my loved ones and posted it on my WhatsApp status, sharing the
faithfulness of God and the failure of the enemy! I wanted to chuk my hand
inside the devil’s eye by sharing the testimony publicly (I wanted to poke his
eyes).
Funnily enough, at
least, two bikes almost hit me when I continued to my workplace. I was so sure
the devil really meant me that day because my right palm had been injured by a
mirror earlier that morning so I was already wearing a bandage. The cut was so
deep it bleed for minutes and wouldn’t stop. Then on way, I had an accident again.
Who says God doesn’t
keep watch over His own? Oh yes, He does! Just sharing this testimony again to
shame that old serpent and let Him know who’s in charge! It’s the God Who
Fights My Battles For Me! Anyone who tries to harm me is trying God and I bet
you know the end of anyone who’s testing the patience of God over His children…
Thank You Father…
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