I know I haven’t written for a little while; it’s because funny enough, every time I’ve sat down to write something, I just haven’t felt in the mood. I don’t know if it’s what they call ‘writers’ block’, because I know exactly what I want to write about; I just haven’t been able to find the right words and the motivation to put it down. Anyway, so I have a lot of ideas rolling around in my head right now and I’ve also learnt some very interesting things recently, which I plan to share with you guys. But first of all, I want to share something amazing with you. Actually, I think this might be the reason I haven’t been able to write anything else; I knew I was going to be writing about this soon. I have to say now that this post is probably going to be a bit longer than usual, but I won’t apologise for that, because I hope you would not only enjoy it, but be blessed, encouraged and inspired by it. It is my testimony (as in, what God did for me).
I really am a very private person, and even with my writing I never wanted to reveal too much of the goings-on in my life but I find it’s actually quite difficult when you’re writing for little bits of your personal life not to come through. Having said that, the reason I’m sharing this is because I promised Him I would.
So, have you ever wondered why God allows not so nice stuff to happen in your life? Or why things can be going all honky-dory one minute and the next minute it’s like WHAM! Life is taking a very different turn to what you expected? That is what happened to me sometime last year. Everything was going fine, I’d just bagged my dream job in the UK, I was in a loving relationship, and all was well with the world.
A few weeks into starting my job, I realised that I had to go back to Nigeria, to apply for a new work permit, thanks to new government immigration rules in the UK. As if this wasn’t bad enough, the relationship I thought would last forever came to an end.
To say I was going through the worst time of my life would not be an exaggeration. Anyway, so I came home, back to living with the parents. As some of you might know, coming back home after living independently for years can be the most challenging thing in the world. Especially with somewhere like Nigeria where you have lots of extended family and people who won’t mind their business. But I thought, ‘oh well, a month, maybe two and I’ll be outta here’. But God had other plans. The whole visa process took almost a year to be resolved and thank God it is now over. I am now set to go back to my dream job. (Yes, they kept the job for me all this while. That is a miracle in itself!)
When people talk about miracles sometimes they talk about something spectacular, sometimes instantaneous. You know, like someone being healed from cancer or stuff like that. But someone said to me the other day that just being in good health all the time is a miracle in itself, and I must say I agree. I feel like what has happened to me in the past 10 months or so has been nothing short of miraculous. I’m a changed person, and it is a good thing.
I’ve learnt what it means to wait on God. And to understand that sometimes crying and kicking and screaming doesn’t move God. If He’s not ready to act, He won’t. Especially if He knows that what is happening is for a purpose and for your good, which it invariably will be.
I’ve learnt humility. I now know what it feels like to be a young lady in her twenties, husband-less and jobless at the same time in Nigeria. Not the greatest combination. It’s made me a much nicer person and for that, I’m grateful.
I’ve learnt that I have a purpose. The time I spent at home gave me ample opportunity to think and to seek God about so much in my life, and my future. I feel like we all need that time-out sometimes to reflect on our lives and learn about the reason we’re here on earth.
I’ve learnt that I am special. I mean I’ve always known this (I don’t mean to sound arrogant) but I’ve always sensed God’s hand upon my life, guiding me, orchestrating things. This can be frustrating at times (like in this case) but it is also very comforting to know that the Almighty God cares about me so much that He’d actually get involved in my daily life.
I’ve learnt that I am loved. Especially by my friends and family. I was so touched when I paid a visit to the UK- everyone wanted to see me and spend some time with me and they probably didn’t know this but that two-week visit was the most refreshing time I’d had in months! And my siblings, they’re the best. Really.
I’ve learnt a lot of other stuff but as I want you to read the whole post, I think I should stop.
So this is my testimony. Yes, God granted me what I wanted, but He did so much more than that. He gave me an opportunity to grow and develop as a human being. An opportunity that I would never have had if I had stayed working all this time.
He gave me the opportunity to see change happen in Nigeria, a country I’d almost given up on.
He gave me the opportunity to be there for a friend when she really needed me.
He gave me the opportunity to spend time with my parents after so many years apart.
He gave me the opportunity to get to know my baby sister who is now a full-grown woman.
All in all, He didn’t just give me my job back. He gave me a reason to live again. And for that, I am so grateful. For that, I say thank You!
*Picture taken from nadiacyrill-footprintsinthesand.blogspot.com