A stiffed moan from the little being laying beside me, woke me up.
My 8 months old baby, Amanda, made that sound.
She was darting her head effortlessly, left and right. I watched her for minutes, so I could understand what was going on.
Firstly, it was slow, rythmic, left, right. But now, she darted her head more fastly, pressure filled. Quickly, I grabbed her and held her in my arms.
“What is happening?” I asked myself.
I was utterly confused. Then it happened. She stopped turning her head. I was glad at first, but wait. Something wasn’t right. Amanda had stopped breathing.
No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening.
Where would I start from?
I checked the time. It was 12:00AM, dot. I couldn’t cry for help, neither could I take her to a hospital. It then dawned on me. My daughter just died right in my arms. A cold shiver ran down my spine.
“But while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat and went his way.”
I heard those words like a soft whisper. Somebody spoke to me.
Quickly, I fell on my knees and started praying. It has been a long I did that. I was a Christian, yes. But I rarely prayed. I simply believed in his existence. I wasn’t hot nor cold. I was a lukewarm Christian.
“Whatsoever seed that was not planted by God, I uproot”. I kept on praying until I drifted into a deep sleep.
My Amanda could walk!! How come? But she’s just 8 months old.
She was with an unknown man. He held her hand and they were both walking towards the river.
“Give me my child!!!”. I was able to find my voice and say.
“She’s not yours. She’s mine. We’re going home together”. He turned and had the face of my husband.
“Oh darling. Where are you going with little Amanda? Come. Come let’s go home”.
I took a step forward, but I was rebounded back. It felt like I had an obstacle blocking my way.
“He has given me powers against principalities and powers. Give me my child”.
“He also said; if ye have faith as little as the mustard seed, ye shall say to a mountain, ‘move’, and it shall move. Woe to you. Children of little faith. I’m taking her with me”.
“For He said, I shall say a thing and it shall come to pass. I am a chosen generation. A royal priesthood. He that is in me is greater than he that is in the world”.
He kept moving towards the river. A sharp scream pierced the silent atmosphere. With my fingers, I blocked my ears and fell to the floor, eyes closed.
Seconds later, I opened my eyes and saw Amanda standing at the bank of the river. Then, she walked to my side, and, stood by me. The unknown man was neck deep into the waters.
“Never let the enemies gain the last say”, I heard that same voice say.
“Go forever and never come near my dwelling, for we are the temples of the holy spirit”.
“Where are you Lord? I’ve lost my way. Prove yourself to me. Show yourself to me. I’m slipping. I’m backsliding. I want to know you more”.
“I am, The_I am_ that _I am. Jehovah Nissi. Elohim, Adonai, The bush that burneth but never gets consumed, El_shadai. Ominipotent, Ominiscience, Ominpresent. I never sleep nor slumber”.
I hid my face and faced the ground. The Earth trembled. “He that sitteth in heaven and made the Earth his footstool, I worship you,”, I said.
“It’s time. Now, go”.
I opened my eyes and met myself still in a kneeling position. I quickly carried Amanda. She was now breathing. I glanced over at the clock. It was 3:00AM.
I had an encounter with Him. I was shivering and sweating.
“My time has come”
“I believe in HIM”.
I felt this burning sensation in my head.
“LET IT ALL OUT. LET IT ALL OUT”, A voice screamed in my head.
I fell to the ground and spoke in tongues I never learnt. I was screaming. Hot tears fell from my eyes.
“I love you, Lord”.
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