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Dear Readers,
For the first time in a long time… I walked away from work. Not completely, but enough. Eighty percent gone. Resting. Breathing. Choosing presence over pressure. Because how can I preach “you are not indispensable” and refuse to practice it myself?
So here I am , soaked in family time, soft laughter, slow mornings… and a little peace I didn’t know I was missing. 😉
But that’s not why I’m writing you today.
Today is about faith. About knowing who to hold when the ground shifts beneath you. About the kind of God that shows up quietly… and then suddenly.
Let’s rewind to January 2023.
I noticed something. A growth on my friend. Subtle, but new. I told him, “This wasn’t here before.” He brushed it off, but I insisted he check it. He went to a well-known hospital in Victoria Island. They examined him and said it was nothing.
Life moved on.
Almost a year later, just before Christmas, he called me.
“I have something to tell you.”
My heart dropped.
I begged him to tell me on the phone ,my flight wasn’t even the next day. But he refused. Said he would tell me when I landed. Imagine that. 😂 He knows I struggle with patience, so of course… he made me wait.
I landed in Lagos.
He picked me up from the airport.
And the silence in that car? Heavy. Unfamiliar. It wrapped around us like fog. We got to my house but he wouldn’t come upstairs. We stayed in the car.
Then he said it.
The hospital had confirmed cancer. They had already told him to begin treatment. Explained the drugs. The side effects. The expectations.
I froze.
And then somehow , I heard myself say, “You won’t take the drugs yet. Give me time.” 😂
Yes. Like those bold herbalists in Nigerian movies.
But I wasn’t joking.
I asked how financially ready he was. If he was open to a second even third opinion. He said yes. We found a hospital in the UK. Plans began to move.
But before any flight took off, I went somewhere first.
I went to God.
Not casually. Not politely.
I immersed myself. Scripture became air. Worship became language. I went to Shiloh and had conversations with God that didn’t end when the service did. I wasn’t just asking for a second opinion, I was asking for a different outcome.
January came with 21 days of fasting.
He had already left for the UK. So while I was fasting in Nigeria, he was undergoing tests abroad. And not light tests — rigorous ones. There was one that required drawing fluid from his spine. An epidural was needed just to get through it.
Every day of my fast felt like a countdown.
Then the results came back.
Clean.
No cancer found.
Confusion. Rechecks. “Maybe we need more time to be certain.” So they scheduled another round of tests for August.
He went back.
Clean again.
I don’t know about you… but I know what I saw.
God showed up.
Sometimes during worship now, tears just fall. Because “thank you” feels too small. Too ordinary for what happened. How do you summarize mercy like that in two words?
So I’m sharing this with you for one reason:
When it feels like all is lost, hold Him.
Not because it sounds nice. Not because it’s religious. But because I have seen Him step into a diagnosis and rewrite it.
If He was God yesterday, He is still God today.
Share with me when has God shown up for you in a way you knew it could only be Him? Let’s remind someone reading this that miracles are not old stories.
Hallelujah.
Till next weekend.
Toodles.
@instablog9ja What if the late wife already informed their real father, then maybe he shows up after years to request for his children.
It's a crazy situation but if he has evidence that their mother informed him before passing then you must hand them over.
Take a brutal decision now.