This Isn't Goodbye

Often time, I would come here and ask for support for pregnant women who had run into one crisis or the other in the process of delivery or with funds so that they could be discharged on time from the hospital. I do this deliberately.

Losing a pregnant woman or a baby or both is hard for me to take.

Please don’t get me wrong, I will do everything I can to help anybody in distress but for any pregnant woman in distress, I will usually be unable to sleep or rest until the matter is resolved. yesterday, we had a service of songs for a dear sister of mine who passed on after having a set of triplets two weeks ago.

I went to visit her husband and he had that look on his face, that forlorn look that screams disbelief and shock. A surgery that was not done as a result of an emergency, a healthy pregnant wife, his friend with whom he had battled barrenness for 14 years, went into the theatre smiling and didn't come out alive.

My Brother said, "I thought it was just for her to go in and come out a few hours later bubbling with joy." It was not to be. Did we pray? Oh! yes, we did.

We, who would heal the sick and raise the dead while saying a simple prayer kept vigil for two days straight while this sister was bleeding. Did we spend money? Oh yes. We bought every pint of blood that was available for sale and we donated blood too.

In the chilly cold of London, which I was not used to, I did a prayer walk every two hours from midnight till morning pleading and supplicating for her life and kept the fellowship members awake; we declared and prayed and insisted she must live.

She was moved to the ICU at a point and we danced for joy. Then she had to be taken back into the theatre and we resumed our prayers.

Folashade Sobande left for the heavenly Jerusalem in the evening of the third day.

The heavens cried with me that day, as rain poured out of the skies even as I took my prayer walk asking the Holy Spirit to reverse the verdict.

What wouldn't I have given? What would have been more important than celebrating this great breakthrough with her? I was still mourning her passing when I got a mail about another issue, this time the issue was a fire burning right in my backyard.

I began to make frantic phone calls, but it also ended up as a "Fly away Peter" issue.

I was blank for days. I would wake up and just go through the motions of living. A scripture kept coming to mind, "Shall we take the good and not the bad?" It was a scripture from the old testament, and it didn't represent the

gospel in any way.

It was the heart of Judaism but alien to the Zoe life that the believer enjoys after coming into the fullness of the eternal life we have in Christ Jesus.

I do not claim I will be mortal forever, for this is not my reality, I declare that I am immortal but I dwell in a mortal body and will one day shed this skin either through the rapture or through a glorious ascension in Christ when my days and assignment on this earth are done.

I want to thank all those who responded to my call and donated generously in cash and kind when I cried out for help

I am praying for all the pregnant women reading this, you will deliver safely in Jesus Name.

Amen

-GSW-