THE WIDOW'S DIARY (Part 6)

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 THE WIDOW'S DIARY - PART 1

THE WIDOW'S DIARY - PART 2

THE WIDOW'S DIARY - PART 3

 THE WIDOW'S DIARY - PART 4        

THE WIDOW'S DIARY - PART 5

We were admitted to the hospital for three days. Honestly, staying at the hospital for three days without the fear of debtors barging into our room was amazing to say the least!

Lest I forget, whoever said hospital meals are the worst, obviously hasn't starved for a long while, to the extent that his or her taste buds eventually finds any type of food delicious and I mean ANY TYPE OF FOOD, whether the food tastes nice or not.

My children and I had grown accustomed to "Compulsory fasting" and what we'd call," Compulsory diets" whereby we eat only one kind of food day in and day out, (and that's if we actually get the food to eat) 

Oh, when I said food, I meant BREAD. And I don't mean a sandwich, burger or anything tantalizing, but leftovers, from the bakery near our house, the lady there just had pity on my children one day and decided to occasionally give us the remaining loaf or loaves depending on what they are unable to sell after a few days

(Don't tell them I told you, but we secretly began to hope that they don't make too much sales) 

All I'm trying to say is that we began to see every food as a blessing from God!

Also, during our stay at the hospital, my children would go round the wards sharing the gospel of Christ and leading patients to Christ. 

At the end of their rounds, they would come back with so much joy and narrate how either one of the patients they ministered to gave their lives to Christ or the mighty healings that took place while praying. 

There was always a praise report whenever they returned from their rounds!

During our admission at the hospital, I saw my children at their best mood, they were so carefree, joyful and thankful. 

How is it possible that in their greatest pain they were yet so joyful and peaceful?

On the other hand, I was extremely worried about where we would go from there, we obviously couldn't return to our house, If we did, there was no telling what the debtors could do to us. 

My children and I prayed every day and night that God should help us like He did at the hospital but He was silent. 

Unfortunately, I didn't hear the still small voice I had heard when I was sitting on the road side again. 

I heard nothing. 

" Mum, It's okay, the God that paid our hospital bills would pay off Daddy's debtors too." 

My children would console me anytime I looked so distant from the normal world. 

On the last day at the hospital, honestly, I didn't know whether I should feign sickness or something, so as to remain in the room for another round of treatment but I knew it was not right to do so, my conscience wouldn't even let me.

Whew! Where do we go from here Holy Spirit?

That Widow