Today, am not sharing my story. I think mine has been too monotonous. I would not even call this a story; it rather is her testimony. She sent me a text a few days ago.
Rioba, I want your platform to share my story; maybe it will touch someone out there.
Her voice was strong, I really had no idea of the bomb about to be dropped on me, but you know that point where you are too eager to share; you do not mind the burden being placed on you. So I agreed; allowed myself to be sucked into a light path that began as a dark web. A few days later after deep meditation, I picked up my pen ready to document her journey.
Before you begin, I request you to include with these verses in your opening;
I must admit, I rarely meet souls that are eager to share their thoughts- on the mysteries of the man born of a virgin, and laid in a manger. Or the mysteries of a burning bush that would not consume the entire area. The word that made other humans feel entitled enough to ask their creator Manna from heaven or the Israelites’ Knight that saw a small bodied man from Israel triumph a gigantic good for nothing Philistine- but this one soul. Her dimpled smile that lit within her eyes showed that it was not a verse she crammed that day to impress me. Rather, through her experiences, she had meditated on these words and found her deeper meaning of the fruits ripped after tribulations.
I got a job last year. It being a startup, salary always came in late. At times, we saw it on ‘ViuSasa’. It was difficult for me to pay rent but at the back of my mind and the encouragement from my family and friends, I kept going- hoping- praying for better days. I kept longing for my rags to riches moment despite the unpredictability of the future. Through it all, I remained close to God. My mother cultivated a prayer culture in me that came in handy. A strong woman she is.She always encouraged me to keep at it in prayers. The drive to support my parents also kept me going.
You know, at times God puts you in situations for a reason. At the beginning, it never makes sense. I have been there, I know. When I had no food or rent. When I had no idea of the path my journey would shape into, my circle of prayerful women stood by me. Despite me hating to be a burden; they paid my rent; they paid my father’s medication… Whatever I needed they stood by me.”
Honestly, her calm aura was making me uncomfortable; I rarely know how to respond to people’s emotional situations. Call me Stone Cold…
I do not like being a burden to people. I felt abandoned. It felt like God had given up on me. At times, I called my mother crying, and she would tell me that God’s time was yet to come. At times though, it is never enough, you need to see pieces of a fruit on the table just to know the main course is coming”
For a while, I stopped going to church. I mean, what would I even tell God? I somehow lost hope. I had tried out for my dream job and passed all my interviews but they had not called me yet to tell me if I had gotten the job or not. It was frustrating; because they took other people and they kept, telling me there was no feedback. I was at a point where I did not understand what was happening but I kept the faith. I was tired of searching and settled for less, as long as I would get the money. Internships, Odd jobs… Name it. The work was difficult. The environment; hostile. The late nights, impossible deliveries, long hours on the congested roads with no pay was hard. I stopped counting on the other job I had initially applied. It was so easy to give up at this point but I was hopeful that God would work at his own time. My dream is to open a children’s home one day… I did not see that dream coming to pass without a sustainable job.
“When they say there is light at the end of the tunnel, believe it. Well, sometime later a friend of mine had a vacant position in their place of work. He aided me to get the job by helping me apply and giving in a good word for me. This is where my testimonies began. God’s timing was surely here. The pay was not that great as it was an internship opportunity though it was much better because of the consistency in pay making it more reliable. Despite my own situations, I never stopped praying in supplication. I spent my mornings praying for my friends who were still in need of jobs. Funny thing; they all were employed while I remained in the uncertain position. These were difficult circumstances but I left it to God.
Her story suddenly reminds me of Joyce Meyers teaching on the ‘The test of trust’ but that is a story you must explore on your own
27th May 2019
Three weeks into my internship, I woke up and read Philippians 1:6 and prayed then went to work. At work, a friend called me and informed me he had received a job opportunity. As per my usual duty, I gave thanks to God. I guess it was the beginning of a blessed day.
That afternoon I got an anonymous call from the job I had applied for, informing me that despite being put on hold for months, they were still going to take me. She asked me to report to their office for a brief meeting. I honestly did not know how it would all turn out.After the meeting, I went back to my internship; the woman who called me said she would call me the next day.
Unfortunately, Three days later she had not called me. My hope and anticipation towards getting the job had been built but it occurred to me it was just another of my nightmares creeping again to torment my soul.
On that Monday my hope had been shattered, my spirit dampened, and my faith broken. For a minute as I thought about my life, I was scared of resorting to depression, but it being my circle of concern, I quit the worry. Instead, I asked my mother to make me top of her prayer list, interceding for me day and night. The day crawled slowly, then, that afternoon, I got an email notification from the company with an offer letter…
‘God ni nani Mirriam, God ni msooo!’ (Who is God? God is great)
That is my story- At times God tells you to wait. All you have to do is surrender to him and give him a chance. God will bless you at his own time. Some of these things teach us resilience, patience, perseverance; the list is endless. At least now I can stand firm in my faith in terms of tribulations. Do not forget He who puts you at that hill and when you are low do not forget to turn to him. At times through it, all we should acknowledge he is God. I can attest that there is a living God. He will always come through at his own time. Those hard times are only for a season and they also happen for a reason. Remain faithful, humble yourself and trust that he will always come through when His time is right.
I finally put my pen down. The atmosphere is changed. I can feel the aura of hope building around me. I am inspired and challenged at the same time. Even when the storms are rough, keep the faith like she did. No season lasts forever.