THE WIDOW'S DIARY (PART 4)

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                                                                                                     FROM: THE WIDOW'S DIARY

After returning from Pastor Joshua's house, I didn't know what to do anymore. 

"Where do I go from here ? Whom can I call on to help me and my children? God please send help to us" I whispered 

I walked a short distance and I was so consumed with anxious thoughts and the more I tried to get rid of them, the more they plagued my heart. In despair, I sat down on the road side and cried like a baby. People passed by and would stop occasionally to look at me, They would shake their heads, I am pretty sure they assumed I was mad because of the way I looked . 

Yes, they were right, I was mad.

Mad at people I called my Christian friends who couldn't help me,

Mad at myself for not being able to take good care of my children, 

Mad at my late husband for leaving his debts as inheritance to us, 

To cap it all, this whole madness thing boiled down to me being mad at God,

I had put my hope in Him and where did that get me?!  

My children were beaten so badly and were in need of urgent medical attention but no money. 

In my 'madness', I looked up to the sky as though I could see Jesus face to face and I said, 

' If you are there, listen, here's what I want you to know, I didn't beg for those children to come to this earth, You gave them to me to be their caretakers, I'm not their real parent here, You are!

And if you decide that they don't need medical attention, that's fine with me. They are yours! '

Take them to the nearest clinic

I turned back to see who said that . No one was there, I looked left and right, No one was beside me too . This time I was confused. Was I hearing things now?

Then I heard that still voice again, Take them to the nearest clinic, Go now.

I cleaned my tear stricken face, stood up and walked quickly to my house.

As I opened the door, I found my children on their knees in the room singing worship songs to God. I was dumbfounded, "How did they get the strength to sing in their pain?" 

They stopped singing when I walked into the room and rushed to hug me.

" We thought you had run away from us" My last child said to me amidst tears .'We were praying to God to bring you back home to us, God answers prayers " 

" I'm never leaving you, I  am your mother and mothers stick up for their children. " I assured them all.

 

THAT WIDOW