She was having a really rough day, Webster could use her day to explain what it meant to have a rough day…it was that bad.
As she stood under the shower pondering on her day and how everything turned out the way it did, all she could do was smile a watery smile, yes she thought to herself- how did I get to this point, I was having a blissful time here on earth before everything fell like a pack of cards.
She woke up with a start- “Superfriend” by Mary Mary was in its second verse, meaning she was only responding to the very last ring of the alarm clock, judging by the song playing, she slept off all the other three notifications.- it was 5:20am.
There was no light, rain was falling, the driver won’t be in today….she had to turn on the gen, have a cold bath and board a bus to Lagos Island…she was lucky to do all three, she checked her watch, it was 6:15am…it’s official, I am late, she sighed.
She knew breakfast was not part of today’s plan, seemed like all her stakeholders had a meeting and planned to use today to send reminders of what she hadn’t delivered to…she sighed, what a day- it’s only 12:20pm and I am exhausted, she thought to herself.
Glancing up to rest her eyes, she winced when she checked the time – it was 3:12pm. What happened here, this looked like a never-ending day.
She finally got up from her chair, hungry, tired, angry and sleepy at about 10:30pm. She hustled to get a bus home, the Uber guy said he wasn’t going to her area and so cancelled the trip. Getting home all that was on her mind was a warm bath and a welcoming mattress.
You see, this had been her routine for the past 3months, she felt caged in the job she loved, trapped in the life she lived.
It wasn’t always like that, she used to have time for her quiet time, time to talk about her soul’s lover, time to write about an unimprovable love in which she was the recipient, time to give wisecracks when interacting with her best friend, time to read the love letters from her lover, seek advice from her Father.
She had time for all that and more; it was a thing of the past now. She was a shadow of herself.
I am so tired, there’s no more strength in me. I feel so empty, is it worth it at the end? Those were the thoughts going on in her head as the water from the cold shower washed her tears of exhaustion.
“My strength is made perfect in your weakness”
startled she looked around, wondering who spoke? Who could have entered the bathroom at this time of the night?
“For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.”
This time around she was sure no one but here was in the bathroom – at this point, she remembered how God called and spoke to Samuel and knew that God was ministering to her through His words pushed by the HolySpirit.
You see, she knew she was too tired to pray, too spiritually exhausted like the 5 foolish virgins who were low on oil, she needed help because her fire for God was low.
As she laid down thinking of the help she needed from God to revive the fire, the HolySpirit was interceding for her as it was promised in the bible –
“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.” Romans 8:26-27.
She could feel her strength coming back, it started her dispelling the false truth the devil made her believe- she was loved, she was remembered and she was forgiven. She recalled ever so vividly how she felt when she embraced God’s truth, she cried as she slowly sang songs of worship to her lover…it felt like forever, it felt so good.
I waited and waited and waited for GOD. At last he looked; finally, he listened. He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud. He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip. He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God. More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to GOD. – Psalm 40:1-3 MSG
Slowly but surely the HolySpirit is perfecting His work in her, her wet wood is constantly being dried by the fire of God’s word, she can smell the smoke, the fire is what’s next, her life is about to be set on fire by God and she’s eager for the fire to consume her.
No need to wonder why I am so sure, she, that wet wood was me – Taemytayo! When you notice your fire is burning out, remember it’s not your will, it’s God’s grace that keeps the fire burning.