“Egbon, I have met the girl of my dreams. I have prayed and actually heard God and i have the go ahead. I have also called my parish Pastor to inform him of my decision”. He said.
I was excited for him. I had met the lady earlier and I saw how excited she made him.
It was good.
He finally went to state his intent after receiving some coaching on how to go about it.
He came back later and told us - 3 of us that he had done the needful but she requested for time to also pray and confirm.
Indeed, it was good.
Three weeks after, she came back and said she heard God and was good to go.
We all thumped him on the shoulder while one of us went into tongues and spoke prophecies.
We held hands and we prayed. I was the only married one there.
He was happy and so were we.
Good it was.
Along the line I noticed he was barely happy. He wasn’t employed but looking at him you would know he wasn’t lazy.
When Bitcoin was gaining prominence, he was in the forefront.
He applied for several jobs but none was forthcoming but he kept a cheery personality.
One day, he came back from seeing her and it was obvious a fight had occurred.
He was living with us because he felt the Holy Spirit wanted to teach him things on being married.
He was industrious and his strength was felt greatly in the house both physically and spiritually.
He spoke reluctantly when I asked him what was going on.
“It’s her. I can’t seem to get through her. Nothing I do seems to please her. She complains about everything “.
“Oh. Any reason?” I asked
“I don’t even know” he replied.
She was a year older than him but he didn’t mind.
Two days later, one of her female friends reached out to me to “talk” to my brother on certain things which left for me, telling a third party rather than the young man was out of it.
I told the friend, I won’t do such and he should tell her to speak with him directly.
His beloved got my message and talked to him. He made adjustments and I added value where I saw appropriate.
Then it was the issue of I want to have lunch at Hard Rock Cafe but he had money for Coldstone.
Every time he returned from visiting her, he was always sad.
Then one day, everything scattered. She said she didn’t hear God and that he wasn’t her type at all.
She said so many things with words like “smelly” “sweaty” “irritable”.
He was hurt when he spoke to me so I instructed him to discuss with my wife.
He did.
My wife told him three stories with one of the story being about herself.
His eyes popped open as he listened to how my wife was also disappointed after hearing from God.
It was three months after her heartbreak, we started talking. (Story for another day).
He got the message and though he made two attempts at correcting things, it never worked.
I also cautioned him on something which I knew could affect him when it came to women.
In a relationship, no man is doing a woman a Favour or vice versa.
Be gracious in love.
He paid attention and got the message.
A month later, he was called for a job interview at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Abuja.
The job ended up not pulling through but as we prayed the Holy Spirit spoke to us that He would want him to stay in Abuja.
Things changed.
It was during his visit to a church in Abuja that he met her. She was the one who spoke with him as a first timer.
She called within the week to follow up and then when the church, through her members had openings, he applied and got the job.
It gets beautiful.
The day he resumed at the office, who did he see - the petite Damsel with eyes like forever and skin that casts away the dreariness of life.
He was encompassed by her warmth and girlish laughter! Oh! Can this be the one he pondered?
His heart longed for wholeness.
That partner that made everything so beautiful.
Meanwhile, when I finally got to speak with the lady, I asked her what was the catch -
“His Smile” she responded with giggles.
The first day he smiled, I was pulled in. I was pulled to his smile and gentle strength.
He was courteous and well mannered. Unlike my last relationship.
He would always say “A man that says he loves you must love God more... that is the only way he can love you God’s way”.
I see the effort he makes in the little things and that’s all that matters.
I knew this one was a keeper.
Before my Brother left Abuja during one of our morning prayers, a word came that the woman he would eventually marry would have a disturbing past.
She told him everything and in her mind, man would freak out and bail.
😎😎😎.
He simply replied “Ok” hugged her and told her how much he loved her.
It was a teary moment but from then on, everything moved faster.
Today, they are married. It was a beautiful wedding. When he was to give vote of thanks, Dude went Prophetic just like I did on mine.
I write this story with so much joy. What did my wife tell him to make him at peace you may ask?
When God speaks makes a promise to you, the parties to fulfill that promise may change but His word never changes for He would always raise others to fulfill the promise.
Dear Believers,
There are certain relationships that won’t go anywhere but you insists on holding it together.
A broken engagement is better than a broken marriage. Trust God that He has a better plan for you.
Lastly, I was once in a bad relationship...
I remember praying one stupid prayer 😒😒😒.
Oh God! Please bring her back and I’ll serve you for the rest of my life.
🤣🤣🤣.
Fam, that prayer went to divine voicemail.
God didn’t bother answering it and I’m glad now that He didn’t.
As a Believer, nothing is as important as the Will of God.
Forget anything else and ensure that in everything, you’re at the center of His Will.
There are marriages popping up this year in large numbers but ensure it’s Kingdom spec-k!
Sometime back when I just got married, a young man brought a young lady to visit with the intent to introduce her as his Beloved.
I was so happy for him and I told him that much.
Then I teased the young lady and asked her how he “toasted” her.
“Sir, don’t mind him o. He just came and told me God said and left me and I also left him waiting because though I heard from God, I felt it was appropriate he wooed me as well.
It was when he saw I wasn’t showing any sign he ask what was wrong that I explained to him”.
He got the message and did justice to the process.
Brothers, don’t just stop at “God said...” and then go cold. You make it look like it’s take it or leave it.
You don’t “choke” God said to a daughter of Zion. For God to bring you her way, He expects more from you.
It was one of the editions of EXCEL at TBS as an usher that I met you.
I was assigned to watch your car and ensure folks don’t come and sleep on it.
I recall a young couple who approached me as I stood menacingly with a frown asking if they could pray beside the car.
The reason? They wanted approval for their union but their parents didn’t care if they heard from God.
“Go ahead” I muttered because I understood how parents sometimes use tribal sentiments to frustrate divine arrangements.
They finished and another young man came.
Ah ahn?!
“Please Sir, I have been unemployed for years and I know I won’t have the chance for Daddy to lay hands on me but let me just touch the bonnet and pray”. He finished.
Omo!
Please go ahead but he kuku placed his face on the bonnet praying in tongues.
Two years ago, there was a lady who started posting strange eulogies to a water deity and in the same vein she starts posting scriptures from the book of Psalms.
The following day, she posts on "confessions" and "vibrations".
Whenever I make a post of facebook, she shows up.
"Oh! Every time Holy Spirit this, Holy Spirit that. We are one and your posts are discriminatory against other religion because they all have the "same spirit"".
"Ok" I respond.
She fails to understand that I don't want to argue but persists.
"God is love...'
"... and they are many paths to Him. When I was pregnant for my baby, I used to play songs from Enya to help me calm down and baby to sleep and form well in the womb."
"Ok". I respond, again.
"Well, whatever because I know you don't have monopoly of God." She fires on.
Many years ago before I got married, I would wake up in tongues at odd hours of the night and start interceding.
With my eyes closed, I’ll begin to see houses in the area and by revelation begin to call out issues in that house and praying for them.
It lasted an hour each time.
I remember when I got married, the same thing started happening.
I would see like a locator pin on the house, see a name and like a scroll showing the challenge(s) of that person or family or sometimes even the house.
The Holy Spirit would tell me of things planted there.
On one such occasion, there was a house in the vicinity that was known to just swallow up destinies.
It was the cheapest house there and had a strange broom strung by the entrance.
It was dirty with a foreboding shadow of darkness - the woman who owned it sold ėkó.
A couple of days ago as I sat in the presence of One, he showed me a vision of a waterfall and a medium sized bowl was placed under it.
He went further to explain: “This is how I’m pouring on my people in these days but what they want is a measure.”
Until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high, And the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, And the fruitful field is counted as a forest.”
Isaiah 32:15 NKJV
Can a bowl make a barren land into a fruitful field?
“Never”. I replied.
There are no limitations with me except you.
Tonight, we would be ministering on the TEAM Word and Prophecies Telegram platform.
There’s always an outpouring and I know the Holy Spirit longs to make many of you a fruitful field and then, a Forest:
Her mother told the story of her birth many times. One day, when her mother was pregnant for her, a colleague in the office gave her a N10 note and upon getting home, she noticed rashes all over her body.
Her mother panicked.
She was Catholic but she knew this was "beyond" church hence she sought alternatives from the "other side".
Yes. She got relief and since then became careful of people and gifts. The world was a wicked place she would always tell her children.
At 9 months into the pregnancy...
... her daughter wasn't making an attempt to come out and then by the 10 month, she came - looking like a one year old child - her skin wrinkled and always cranky immediately she beheld the light from a fallen world.
Her mother always told her siblings - she's a special child.