A Medley Of Thoughts (1).

I’m not sure I can really trace the starting point of the series of thoughts that began to play in my head as I sat in the bus on my way to work this morning,
but by the time I was jolted back to reality, I remembered they were all wrapped around miracles, doing good, giving, impact etc.

So I just thought to share. This may not exactly follow a straight train of thought o (e fit be zigzag), just bear with me. Hopefully, at least one thing will make sense.

I’m going to start by sharing my top two personal encounters with miracles, one as the recipient, and the other as the vessel. I’d very much like you to also share yours in the end.

One Sunday afternoon back in the Uni, Buki was very broke. I had nothing to eat. So I did what I thought was a ‘crazy thing’, I went on my knees and said a short prayer, asking God to send food right to my doorstep!

I probably laughed at myself and rolled my eyes afterwards, thinking, ‘how is that even supposed to happen’?
Chai! God can be patient with my unbelief sha.

Anyways, my hallmate had a girlfriend who frequented our house then. I was not friends with this girl, the best we did was exchange formal ‘good morning/afternoon/evening’ pleasantries.

Ok, I’m sure by now you can guess where the story ended. Well, about 10 minutes after my prayer, I heard a knock on my door.
For a minute I thought food had come, yinmu, a neighbor wanted water. I laughed at myself again for even hoping.

Another knock on the door, voila! There stood my neighbor’s girlfriend with a plate of rice.
I was stunned. I was shy. I was…..well I sha collected the food.
But really, till today, that incidence serves as my anchor and reminder that God is indeed a miracle worker and He has not retired.
Yes, it was just a plate of rice, but it came because I asked, from someone who had no reason to think of offering me food.

Story 2, as the vessel.
No, I didn’t make a lame walk o. lol. But that’s not out of place though, I just never reach.

So I was in church for a mid week service like that, minding my business, when I began to feel a nudge in my spirit that I should give one girl that sat in a couple of rows ahead of me N1000.
Oh boy, I started grumbling o. ‘Haha’, I thought, ‘I’m not even that buoyant now and in fact, I don’t think the girl in question should be needing any help sef’.
I was trying to reason it out with the Holy Spirit.

Here's the thing, the church I was attending at that time was a 'rich people church', to put it quite bluntly. the wave of affluence will literally wash over you the moment you step in.

Though, I sensed that the girl was most likely a domestic help, but you know, domestic help pass domestic help o, depending on the boss.
The people this girl was with looked like they could even sign me a cheque in multiple zeros.

I just imagined how ridiculous it would then look if I walked up to them after the service and offered their house girl a paltry sum of N1000.

Anyhow, it was apparent I was not going to rest until I did that.
At the end of the service, when I noticed the girl was walking behind her ‘Madam’, I walked up to her and hastily squeezed the money into her hand’ Smiling, I simply said ‘I was led to give you’. And fruuu! I vamoosed.

But while I was waiting for the person I went to church with, the girl's Madam caught up with me…..

Eerrrr, ok this is long enough already. I’ll break here and continue in another post. I don’t want to scare anyone away with a voluminous write up. Ko si time. *wink.