I Saw His Hand

Back in November 1995 when I got my NYSC posting to Lagos, I was both happy and sad at the same time. Happy because it was an opportunity for me to run away from my parents’ boutique and sad because I did not want to miss church but somehow, I had to go for the orientation, so I traveled to Lagos. Before leaving, I told my parents that I would like to be posted back to Port Harcourt, so they offered to give me some money to enable me travel to Abuja to change my posting. When I got to Lagos, as the days went by, I became more convinced that Lagos was not just a place for me. As God would have it, miraculously, they started issuing redeployment forms on camp to those who wanted to be redeployed. This was not normal!

I picked up the form and there was a column where I had to fill in my reason for redeployment and I did not have any cogent reason apart from coming back to church. To the people of the world, that was simply not a reason. In an attempt to know what to write, I started asking my friends what they wrote and someone said I should write that I had a disease. Then I should go around telling people that I have such a disease. I said I could not make such confessions about myself. The person said, then write that your grandfather is dead and that you are the first daughter, so you need to be around. All along, I said, Father I know this redeployment form came as a testimony, so I trust that I will see your hand in it again. So I wrote whatever came to my mind. In the form, I wrote that I wanted to go back to Port Harcourt because I had a job to do in my church and I wanted to be nearer home. It sounded foolish but that was how I was redeployed to Port Harcourt. I give God all the praise because I saw His hand even in a simple desire of my heart.

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