"Many are the plans in a man's heart but it is God's purpose that prevails" (Proverbs 19:21)
I didn't go to church today, which is a Sunday. I feel so guilty for slapping Yimika but maybe if you were in my shoes, you would be able to relate. I decide to do my service in the confines of my room. I begin to worship God and then I begin to speak in tongues.
"OluwaF'irefunmi, can God be mocked?"
I hear the calm voice of my friend speak to me.
"No Lord," I reply.
"You try to mock me by ignoring me. By not listening to me but listening to your flesh"
"Oh God of the universe, I am so sorry, who am I to mock you? You have shown me nothing but love. Your love is everlasting. God please forgive me. What would you have me do?"
"Be still and know that i am God".
I don't say anything. I just listen.
God goes on to explain everything to me. "I knew you before you were formed in your mother's womb," He tells me. And I begin to sob. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth so are my plans higher than your plans and my ways than your ways".
"Oh God....." I clutch my heart as I weep before God
"I know the plans i have for you, the plans of good and not of evil to give you a hope and a bright future."
"Dear God, I am so sorry. What would you have me do? What do you want me to do?
"Seek the Lord while He might be found. Call upon Him when He is near"
And so I begin to seek God. Asking Him what He wants from me. Telling Him to change me from within. To give me a pure heart and hope for a better tomorrow. To give me a good husband and a happy home. When I say this, God speaks again;
"I have already done it. Your Precious Treasure is Oluwaf'olayimika Johnson. He is the one i have chosen for you"
I break down and cry profusely. So, Yimika wasn't joking. What was his smile now about? Fear and doubt begin to creep in.
"God, I don't deserve this at all. I am not fit. Yimika needs a woman who loves God. Someone who will lead others to Christ and give him children after His own heart. A virgin, God...Yimika wants a virgin!" I cry out again and I feel my tears stick to my body making me shiver a little.
"The BLOOD OF JESUS has cleansed you and you are clean and as white as snow. Whosoever the Son of Man has set free is free indeed. He is able to do exceedingly, abundantly more than you can ever think of or imagine"
"Oh my God!" I say as I cry out again. This is too much for me. GodGod'ss love for me is immeasurable and unfailing. He is not a God that can lie. He was, He is and He is to come. He loved me first before I ever thought of loving Him at all. While I was a sinner, He sent His son to die for me. I weep for a long time before God speaks again.
"Go to Him, beloved. For whatever God has joined together let no man put asunder"
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FOLA
I am already preparing to go home when my secretary notifies me that someone else wants to see me. Who is it again? I moan as I sink back into my chair exhausted. The door opens and I look up to see Ire; her eyes bloodshot like she has been crying. I stand up alerted, all tiredness flying out of the window.
"F'irefunmi, what's the matter?"
"I am so sorry...I am so sorry," she says sobbing before coming to hug me.
"What exactly is the matter?" I ask again.
She calms down before speaking...
"The other day at the beach, you were not playing right?" she asks and I feel my heart beat faster than normal. I manage to shake my head.
"Oh my God....," she says before she bursts into tears.
"For how long have you known?" she asks staring at me.
"Well, the major reason why I went on that trip was because of this," I explain to her and go on to explain the dream to her.
"I just knew today. Yimika, temi nikan (my one and only), I am so sorry. Forgive me please. I just didn't understand. Seeing that smile on your face, I thought you were mocking me," she explains.
"I am so sorry also. I shouldn't have been smiling. But I smile when I am nervous. It's a habit."
She nods before a light comes into her eyes. "Did you say you don't know the meaning of MPT?"
"Yes?" I reply not sure of why she's asking.
"Well, I do. It means My Precious Treasure," she says, eyes glittering.
"Oh! my God. How did you know?" I ask in awe. I love the name already.
"God told me," she said smiling; the one that covers her whole face.
"Okay, I guess I did it the wrong way the first time. Let me try again," I say, pulling a box out of my side pocket before kneeling on one knee. F'ire laughs softly, tears glistering in her eyes.
"Oluwaf'irefunmi, God brought us together for a purpose. And part of His purpose, He has begun to unveil. He made the best decision when He decided to bring us together. He knew you are the right one and He allowed all that happened to happen so we can bring glory and praise to His name. OluwaF'irefunmi, will you let God use you continue to fufill His purpose and will you give me the honour of becoming a husband and a father by becoming my wife? Will you mind at all if you became My Precious Treasure?"
"Oh! my God...Yes, OluwaF'olayimika! Yes, I will!! I will marry you and be your wife and the mother to your children. I will allow God to continue to use me to fufill His purpose..."
A tear falls from my eyes as I put the ring on her finger. She uses her other hand to wipe them away. I hug her and hold her close breathing in her hair. She is really My Precious Treasure and no matter what, I will love her like Christ loves the church.
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