The will of God 13

*THE WILL OF GOD (WOG)*

*Episode 13*

SISTER BLESSING (1).

My Place of Primary Assignment (PPA), was a
secondary school in a very remote village. In fact, I
had to cross many deserts to get there.
I almost rejected the place, but my passion for the
souls there would not let me. I decided to accept
the place. I settled down in my lodge. Fortunately
for me, I had neighbors who were very kind and
accommodating, just that their language wasn't
easy to learn, but I was already used to adapting
with different languages, based on my experience
with different people in my school days.
"Thank God, I can at least make call here" I said
when I discovered that there was network in that
village.
My stay in that village wasn't easy. I felt quite
isolated from civilization, but, calls from home and
from sister Blessing always make me feel better.
I and sister Blessing always talk on the phone. She
calls almost every day to check on me. She asked
about my quiet time, the students and the place I
live.
Sometimes, we laugh on the phone and other chit
chat discussion.
There are times she'll ask me about Evangelism and
my prayer life. In fact, her constant checking to
know about my Spiritual welfare, really helped me
in that village.
With her encouragement, I started a school
fellowship with the pupils as well as evangelism
among the villagers.
I developed a midnight prayer life. Sometimes, I do
prayed till Dawn during weekends. Why? Because
she will ask me about it, and because I have to give
her a positive response, I just have to observe it.
I was growing Spiritually by all these exercises,
also, the villagers and my students were also happy
and blessed by my action.
One day, she called me.
"Good afternoon, sister Blessing. How have you
been?" I asked her on the phone.
"I'm ok. How are you? And hope you observed your
quiet time today?" She asked in a smooth and
wonderful tone.
"Why would I not observed it? I know my sister will
always ask. I'm really grateful for your
encouragement and constant checking on me. It has
helped me to grow Spiritually and also relieved me
of the boredom here" I said to her.
"Thank God for everything. Ehm..... I was thinking if
you and I can be having time to pray together every
weekend. Let's say, from 12am - 4am. What do you
think?" She said softly.
I felt it was a great idea.
"Oh....that would be great. I would love it" I said
excitedly.
We ended the call.
Something within me was telling me to call her
back and reject the plan, but I was like "it will help
me to pray more and build up Spiritually".
We actually held the prayers together on phone. She
was always the one calling me when it was time.
Sometimes, I always ask her why she'll spend her
money on airtime for such purpose. "4hrs on MTN
calls.... that's not small money ooo" I will exclaim
whenever I raised the issue"
She told me that her parents always send her
airtime allowance every week of about #10, 000 so
they can talk to her without any itch.
I kept quiet.
We continued the weekend prayers, but most of the
Prayer points she released was always centered on
marriage, family life, future children, future ambition
etc codedly structured in such a way that I couldn't
even discern her intentions.
"Let's pray that God would make us good, godly,
gracious and glorious spouse in the future. You will
be a good husband to your wife. I will be a good
wife to my husband" she will say during the
prayers.
Although, I've several times thought of ending the
prayers with her, yet I couldn't. I didn't want to lose
her like that.
The more we pray together and call each other, the
more I forget about Esther Michael.
Sincerely, I literally forgot everything about Esther
Michael. All my mind was now on sister Blessing.
There was a time I fell ill, she was really disturbed
as if she was the one who was sick. She will call
me in the morning, afternoon, evening, even around
the early hours of the day.
"How do you feel now? Have you eaten?
Ehm....what did you eat? How about your
medication? Hope you are taking it?" She will asked
anytime she calls.
If I ever tell her that I don't have appetite to eat, she
will be crying on the phone.
"Oh God... please, try to eat something, please.
Even if it's little, okay? You will get well soon." She
would say in tears.
There was a time she called me, I was very weak to
talk. I was talking in a whisper.
"Jesus, have mercy... please, Lord, have mercy. I
rebuke that sickness. I command healing upon your
body. You will not die. You will be well" she said
crying on the phone.
"God.....this sister is caring. I've never been shown
so much love by anyone like this, not even from my
mum.." I have always said to myself.
"But, why was she rejected by you. What else would
a wife do that she's not doing? Oh... how I wish
there can be a change" I prayed.
That night,
"Do you want a change?" The same old man that
had been with me during my campus days
appeared in my room.
"I'm just confused. This sister has made my stay in
this village a wonderful one. She has helped me
Spiritually and otherwise. She calls, we pray
together, she checks on me. Even my mum don't
call me often like her." I said defensively
"Do you want a change?" He asked again.
"I don't know. I've not heard from Esther. I don't
even know where she is. But this sister, has really
been a wonderful help to me. A bird at hand is
better than a thousand in the trees" I said trying to
convince him.
"If you want a change, so be it" He said with a
frown.
"No... please... I'm very sorry... I guess I've allowed
my feelings to overwhelm me about Blessing" I
pleaded with him.
It dawned on me that I was erring. I saw myself
struggling with God. I was rejecting God's Will. I
was leaning on my own understanding.
I pleaded passionately again. Thank God, he didn't
leave me. He just stood there looking at me.
"Isaiah 55:8....read it" He said to me.
I quickly picked up my small Bible (I forgot my
ministerial Bible at Esther's place), and I read it.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are
your ways my ways, says the Lord"
"Read 1Samuel 16:7" He said again.
"But the Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his
countenance, or on the height of his stature;
because I have refused him: for the Lord sees not
as man sees; for man looks on the outward
appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart" I read
it and it became clear to me that I was using the
outward show of love by this sister to judge her.
"Please, who is this Blessing?" I asked curiously.
"What is her mission in my life?" I asked because
He told me about sister Faithfulness, so, I wanted
to know about Blessing too.
"She was once my daughter. Very zealous, fervent
and committed labourer, but she fell while on
Campus" He said as he bowed his head in sadness.
"But she was my Sister Welfare Coordinator, sir" I
said
"Yes, she was. She secretly committed fornication,
got pregnant and aborted the precious seed" He
said with even more sadness.
"Ah.... Jesus Christ!" I shouted.
"She's seriously broken within, coupled with the
pressure from her parents for her to get married.
She do not want to make that mistake again, but
she's operating carnally. All the food that has been
brought to you comes from her. She's the Sister
Ibukun that wrote that letter to you. "Ibukun" is the
translation of her English name in Yoruba." He said.
I was surprised.
"I still have a great plan for her life. I have been
trying to get her attention, but she's been carried
away by her desires to get you. You have a mission
to help her and not to be pinned down by her. I
brought her close to you so you could direct her
attention to back to me and not lust after her" He
said and disappeared.
I woke up. Everything looks real.
I cried and seriously prayed for mercy that night as
well as for sister Blessing.
She called me as usual in the morning to asked for
the location of where I'm serving.
"Sister.....you can't come here. You serve in the city
which is almost a 6hr drive from here. Besides, the
journey is not safe. You can't come here and go
back the same day" I told her trying to discourage
her from coming.
She insisted on getting the location. I tried once
again to discourage her, but she still insist.
"Oh....God, why will she want to come? Please,
discourage her from coming" I prayed silently while
still on the phone with her.
I couldn't resist her request again, so, I gave her the
description.
"I'm sure if she embark on the journey, she'll go
back because of the terrain and distance" I assured
myself.
The Friday of that day, I closed quite early from
school, I decided to do some washing that afternoon. It was 3:30pm.
I was so engrossed in the washing, my head bowed
and I was singing cheerfully. As I raised my head....guess who I saw standing before me?

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