This
is a true story.
Here
I am waiting for my little sister to come over for the weekend, unaware of the
devil’s plans. Frida texted me in the morning, asking what time I will be at
home and if I can leave the keys with my neighbours. I went through the day and
came back home waiting for her. About 6:01P.M, she asked me if I was at home
and I told her yes. I knew then that she was on her way to come home.
It
is about 7:20 p.m and she is not yet at home, and I thought, maybe she has
changed her mind. So I went into the kitchen and washed the dirty dishes, and
was thinking of just having some smokies with bread and nice hot tea.
Just
as I was finishing the dishes, she came in at 7:35 p.m. She was sniffling and I
thought she was just joking, but she just told me.
“Come
join me lets thank the Lord.”
I
knew right then and there that something horrible has happened. As I finished
and was running out to meet her, all I could think about was her parents. She
is a blessing to them as well as to me. Whatever happened, she is here and I am
so grateful to God that I won’t have to bear the tears on her parent’s face.
As
I sat down next to her on the couch, I found no words for the tears I saw on
her face. She would not talk and I wasn’t sure what to do, apart from praying
for her. So I prayed for whatever happened and for God to give her strength and
courage.
When
I was through, she looked up and God and said “Papa, I hope you dong hear that
oohhhh.”
She
stomped the floor and said “Satan with your long tail. That is why you were
banished from heaven. You don’t have power and you try to show that you have
power, when you have nothing. You will never be anything, but a low life. He
who is in me is greater than he who is in the world.”
Then
she began her story.
After
she was dropped in Daystar, she crossed over and took a Lang’ata mat for Uhuru
Gardens. After they passed Kenyatta market and were about to cross the
second fly over where Riara University is found, a honk was blown from behind
them. The driver continue to go into the road.
As
she turned around to see what was happening, she saw a truck in full speed
behind them, and cars were giving way in all directions. Their driver stepped
on the accelerator and passed between all the other cars ahead of the truck. Everyone
in the mat thought they were dead.
She
turned quietly in her seat and thought of how people will be thinking “Frida is
dead,” and only tears began to fall.
Out
of no where, the truck just stopped. It had lost it’s breaks and cars were flying
to the sides, giving open space. There was no car between them and the truck
when it was going down the hill after them.
After
the story, I wanted to burst out in tears, but she gave me no chance at all.
She talked of God’s awesomeness and how weak Satan is, thinking he can match up
to God.
“I
thank you papa God. It’s not because I am too righteous, but because you are my
father.”
Let
us join hands in thanking God for the gift of life.
If
you think your life is all together without Jesus, think again.
Thank
him you were able to wake up today, and are able to go back to bed again without
a scratch on your body.
Her
closing prayer was “You are my beginning and end. Take my hand and never let me
go. Even if I fall, don’t let go off my hand.”
I
thank God for her faith.
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