FOURTEEN YEARS OF GRACE AND COUNTING!
Fourteen Years Of
Grace And Counting!
Hello
stranger. What would you do if I told you that the voice you are hearing now is
echoing way down from the grave? This man and his voice, according to the rules
of death; is supposed to be dead and forgotten at least for fourteen years today.
I have never thought or imagined
myself talking to the living from yonder the grave: but hey, here we are it is
happening right now! Whether by hyperbole or proxy, it is impossible for this
man not to think and imagine life outside the coffin he found himself staring
at.
The
Bible declares, the living know that they will die one day, but the dead know
nothing. I also believe that it is hard for a dying person only left with a few
breaths, to lie and deceive the people congregating around his deathbed.
People would rather leave the
subject of death and dying for another day: too scared to acknowledge the
truth.
Fourteen
years of grace and counting. It is hard for me to believe that once upon my
life, I came face to face with death after my passenger wheel dislodged itself
while cruising at 100km per hour.
This was one evening death thought
had a date with my soul: to sniff out the last breath from my lungs.
But
Heaven rebuked death, why? Because this day was not approved by God for me to
leave these earthly shores. It was sweet revenge when death backed off with the
tail between the legs.
God even sent me Angels who came to
my rescue late night when none of the motorists who witnessed my accident
refused to stop and help.
Fourteen
years of grace and counting. I shall never forget that glorious night when out
of the blue, I saw a small red car reversing towards me as I set off to look
for my runaway wheel in the dark open fields.
The guy said, hey, we have your wheel,
and I did not believe it for a second. It was humanly impossible to retrieve
that wheel from the dark wild fields in a blink of an eye.
Hello.
These were not mortals, but Angels dispatched by Heaven just for me. How sweet
is that?
After fixing my wheel the guy
smiled, I shook hands with him and escorted him to his car to say goodbye to
his female companion.
I
turned my back and started towards my car and somehow, I turned around
momentarily to check my good friends: and that was exactly the moment their car
just went poof and disappeared in front of my eyes.
Fourteen years of grace and still
counting. This is not a story I made up inside my crazy head, this is as real
as the tears I cried inside my car after this great Heavenly Rescue!
I
was the fugitive of grace and yet His mercy
reached over and helped me find my way back home! His grace drove me to my knees as I struggled
to make sense of what had just happened.
Fourteen years of grace and
counting. Fourteen years ago, on the 28th of May 2011, became my Second
Birthday. I am here today and continue to count my blessings daily. Every
narrative and testimony I give is nothing short of His grace.
He
hath not dealt with us after our sins, nor rewarded us according to our
iniquities. Fourteen years of grace and counting.
This is all that fills up my soul
every single year I find myself still breathing and blinking.
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