Mercy, Lord! (CONT'D)
Segun Iwasanmi@iwasanmisegun212159
3 months ago
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By afternoon, someone told us about an office. On the way there,I explained my ordeal to the driver and he gave me the Chairman's number,I called him, nothing. The driver suggested we try the market because many of them gather there. We went. We searched. We waited. By evening, our strength left us. I went home with a head full of noise. That was when Doubt escorted Satan and tried to sneak into my heart. I suddenly understood why some people fall when life presses them. It is not pride. Their strength is small. And the devil knows how to whisper when someone is tired.
Sunday came, and I found myself crying at intervals. I prayed. I begged God. I wrote prayer requests. I promised Him things I thought would make Him move faster. But by the time I finished, I knew I was behaving like someone offering God a bribe. God made me realized that I have nothing to promise Him that's not His already, Whether in Living or death, in riches or want, He owns me and would use me for His glory, so I should stop trying to make it sound like I'm doing Him a favour.
On Monday morning, I woke early and left the house by seven. This time, my prayers had changed. God had broken that prideful part of me that always felt I was doing Him a favour by serving Him. I remembered Hezekiah and how he pleaded based on his walk. When I tried to do the same, God showed me myself, and my mouth closed. All I could say was, “Mercy, Lord. Consider Christ, please.”
At Ife Garage, I explained everything to one of the men who gives them their tickets. He listened well, then told me to go to their main office. I went there and returned. Still nothing. Before entering the Keke, a young man had stopped me earlier to ask where I was going. I thought he was an Okada rider, so I brushed him off politely. When I returned, he was still there.
He asked the ticket man about me, and they talked. He looked like someone who grew up fighting life early, rough around the edges, but his eyes were alert. I stood there and repeated my cry "Mercy,Lord!, Please direct a trailing star to my way". After watching me wait for almost two hours, he suddenly said a friend of his had shown him an instrument like that two days ago. Before I could fully understand, he requested for transport fare to go to the guys house because he would be home already by now, he said he has seen him pass that same spot we were, about 5 times already, God gave me a go-ahead nod to give him the money, I did and then he disappeared into the road.
I stood there, hoping I had not just paid a stranger to deceive me. But in less than twenty minutes, he returned, with the Maruwa driver who carried my Violin the same way I placed it in His Maruwa.(This one looked like a cultist with tattoos all over his body), I realized I couldn't have recognized him except by God's divine orchestration.
To be continued... 🔥
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