"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, he hears us" (1 John 5:14)
"The voice spoke to him a second time, 'Do not call anything impure that God has made clean" (Acts 10:15)
"Hey, where are you going? What are you doing? Do not go to that area. Hey! You will fall if you get to the end of that road. Sister, please stop going!!".
My attempt to save the sister is almost in vain as I see that she has reached the end of the cliff and she is about falling but I feel a mighty hand push me and I grab her as she's about to fall into the canyon.
"Don't you know that you almost killed yourself?" "Do you want to die now?" I ask turning the lady to look at me. Alas, F'irefunmi's eyes stare at me. She looks worn out and so tired, tears sticking down her face.
"Let me go, I want to die, i cant take it anymore," she says weakly as she tries to fight off.
"No, you wouldn't die now. You shall live to declare the glory and praise of God in the land of the living." I reply. "Isn't it too late? My clothes are stained with blood and I am dirty. I am not worthy enough to stand before you," she says amidst tears.
"MPT, please don't cry. Nothing is impossible for God. He would turn your ashes into beauty. He will make you into something beautiful. He isn't done with you yet. His plans are to give you a bright future." I reply, trying my best to calm her down. She does so at last, clinging to my cloth.
"Do you think God would really turn me into something beautiful? She asks holding to my cloth. "Yes i strongly believe." I reply. "Okay then. Amos 3:3" is the last thing I hear before I fall into complete darkness.
Darkness.
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"MPT, please wait for me. Let me just finish up with Iremide (my goodness has come). He is not cooperating. I have been trying to get to feed Him but he wouldn't bulge." I look to see F'irefunmi complaining.
"Okay, bring the spoon let me feed him, you go and finish dressing up," I reply and as she gets up, I notice we are putting on similar attires.
She arrives a while later looking beautiful in her flowing gown. "Are we set to go now?" She asks smiling at me. "Yeap, I reply lifting the already sleeping boy to my shoulders." She tries to collect him but I don't agree. She later gives up and we walk out together gisting.
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I open my first eye. Then my second eye. I sit up as I try to remember the dream. And then it comes back to me. Every detail. MPT? Iremide? F'irefunmi? I ask myself and begin to calculate what the dream might mean. Surely, God was speaking to me. An idea pops in my head and I jump up looking for my bible. I begin to speak in tongues and pray, binding and casting out every lustful spirit and every desire coming from the devil. Of a truth, sister F'irefunmi was beautiful but I wouldn't let the devil play tricks on me. The verse from the dream comes to me and I open it.
"Can two walk together except they agree?"
I read the scriptures again trying to find the meaning. Then i begin to pray again. Asking God to please tell me what exactly is going on. After one hour, I sleep off again.
By morning, I wake up; the feeling that I really need to seek God still on my mind. I call my secretary in church to inform him that I will not be around for the rest of the week. I need a personal retreat, I tell myself as I pack my bags and board the next available flight to Abuja.
I check into the hotel I am used to and request for the key to my special room - the one I go for whenever I am in Abuja. I sleep a little before going on my knees in God's presence. The earlier I settle this, the better it is for me.
Since that particular dream, I've found myself thinking of her constantly. The things I like about her, how her eyes sparkle when she smiles and all her hobbies...my mind keeps doing stuffs on its own and I scream out of frustrated.
"Dear God, I cant do this. I feel it's my mind playing tricks on me. You cant possibly say that she's the one right?" I ask.
"My grace is sufficient for you"
"Throughout my life, I have always desired to honour and serve you. And I have always wanted a virgin, dear God. I always wanted a complete lady. Not one who has given a piece of herself to another man. Someone who...Oh my God...someone who loves you with all her heart."
"You know F'irefunmi loves me with all her heart. And don't you dare call what I have called clean unclean. The Holy Spirit will still be present to teach you all things. I have cleaned and cleansed her heart. She is one of those few people who is ready to be moulded into what I want her to be. Someone who is driven with pure passion and is determined to teach other girls out there that sex before marriage doesn't pay anyone. It only brings heart break and disappointments. I see a prayer warrior in her and I am ready to pour out My Spirit upon her. She will not only intercede for you but for people around the world; even those she doesn't even know by name. She will be used to bring healing to people's hearts through prayers. A vessel I am ready to use. Many are called but a few are chosen".
I feel weak to my knees and I have to sit down. I am speechless and all I can do is weep.
"Dear God, I can't do this on my own"
"It's not by power nor by might, but by the Spirit of the living God."
"I can't do this Lord. You are asking too much from me. What if she doesn't want me? What if she says 'no'?"
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Lean not on your understanding."
"How will I say all I need to say Lord?"
"The counsellor, the Holy Spirit whom I will send in My name will teach you ALL things".
"Dear Lord, Your will not mine be done. Forgive me dear God for sometimes I doubt you. It's just that there are times when I feel You are asking too much from me".
"My grace is sufficient for you."
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