I have been very emotional since I stumbled on this, i was home today and was looking through my dads stuff and saw this one that struck me. What caught my attention was the date, before i was even born.
Even if I was asleep and you woke me up I don’t need a soothsayer to tell that this is my late dad’s hand writing. Blessed memories.
The story is that my mum was told by medical practitioners both home and abroad that she would never give birth ,in fact her womb was badly distorted and damaged. Then there was nothing like IVF’s so nothing could be done for them medically. My mum almost slipped into depression, her wedding night was her first time of ever being with a man ,she was only 18, what had she done to deserve such an ugly plight?
The years rolled by but Daddy was not perturbed, he was such a man of faith .He told me that one night after a worship session he clearly heard God’s voice say “Idika it is done, 3”. He sprang up with a mixture of fear and shock, he was sure he heard someone speak to him , the voice was very loud and audible like the person spoke right into his ears, but he was all alone in the sitting room. He burst into the bed room and woke his wife up from sleep, he recounted his experience to her which was met with a loud outburst of tears. She wept badly, she wondered what 3 meant. She felt it meant 3 more years, she had already waited for many years, three years extra was too much . Daddy encouraged her and built up her faith in God, he rocked her back to bed before he sneaked into his library and wrote down this details on the picture below.(I was born to meet a room filled with shelves of books, daddy’s library, lol ).
My dad wrote down our names even before we were conceived and spoke life to the dead situation hovering around him.
He knew it would take a miracle for his wife to conceive and give birth, the child who would wiggle its way through the storm can only be miraculous, in fact the child had to be called Miracle.
A while later my mum was asleep and in the dream a tall man wearing a lab coat came and performed a surgery on her, he pulled out her old smelling womb and replaced it with a new one. (Well ,She kept saying that she was not certain it was a dream, she said she saw the door open and a very tall man walked in. She couldn’t see his face ,he was so tall. Her eyes were open and she was awake but she was transfixed at the spot she lay so that she couldn’t move or scream ,she only regained herself as soon as he was done and walked back out through the door and shut it behind him).
She sprang up and for couple of days, kept pondering on the rare encounter she had .It didn’t take long before I was conceived and just like it was written down it was a girl.
Daddy named me Miracle (friends and relatives who know me well and those who have been reading my post for a while know about this name, I’ve talked about it severally) . Mum named me Laura which means (victory and strength) Paternal Grandma named me Margaret (pearl). Maternal Grandma named me (Eziolilianyachi) Good hope on God. (The name came forth during a prophecy in Assemblies even before I was conceived).
Truly my life has been a Miracle, I thrive wherever I find myself.
My parents told me the story. My dad kept telling everyone ,it was like his national anthem .At a time I got weary of the gist, it was stale. Each time he faced a turbulence, he reminded himself of that particular incidence. I didn’t quite understand, sometimes I felt he was merely jabbering. Now I’m more mature and I really do understand, sometimes you need to build up your confidence in God by remembering the Miracles that he has wrought in your life. Counting your blessings one by one is enough to shut up doubt ,the devil and all his cohorts.
Sorry I digressed too much, this whole gist is not about me but about what was written by my dad. He wrote three and he bore three in the same progression as he wrote it. Girl, boy ,boy.
I don’t know who has lost hope
I don’t know who is battling with an ailment.
I don’t know who needs a Miracle.
I just wanna tell y’all that God has not changed, he never changes .He is still in the business of doing Miracles.
Write down the positive .
The Doctor says you have cancer? Write that you are hale and hearty and that you do not have cancer.
The doctor says that you have HIV? Go ahead and write that you are negative.
You can’t conceive ,you lost your womb in an abortion?
I don’t care whose fault it is, God is not bothered about our mistakes. Go ahead and write down the names of your children .
Don’t just write, start to speak. Speak forth your children, speak forth your job ,speak life into dead situations.
Let the record stay so that many years from now, whenever you or your children stumble on that record your faiths would be strengthened, it would be a reminder that God is still in the business of doing Miracles. Your affliction isn’t unto death, its so that the name of God would be glorified.
You don’t need to do anything to deserve some storms of life, sometimes life just happens and only the bold and courageous win the Battle of life.
At the end everything would be fine, if everything isn’t fine its not yet the end.
My dad had another encounter with God and God spoke this words to him “My son there are 365 fear nots in the Bible, so everyday fear not”.
So here I am telling everyone reading this now that’s there are 365 fear nots in the Bible, so everyday fear not.
Just thought I should share, hope someone is encouraged.
Don’t forget to write your own positive version of that ugly situation down and speak life into it.
” Drops mic sways hair and catwalks away”.
©Laura Ezinne Idika
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