A CRY FOR HELP

      

      Walking down her lonely estate road at midnight, Temitope opened her mouth wide in an attempt to cry out loudly but her voice only came out as a whisper "Why hast thou forsaken me lord, where were you when he got custody of my kids". She stumbled as her foot hit a stone in the middle of the road, unable to hold her stance, she fell hard on her face, the stinging sensation from the scratch on her knees and her elbow propelled her to sit up but she had no strength in her. She laid there crying bitterly, waiting for a saviour to come for her but no one showed up. After about 10 minutes, she gathered energy to stand up, the scratch had started giving out blood, she was tired. Temitope managed to stumble back into her apartment after a 10 minute 'limp walk',she wondered how she thought walking on the lonely street at midnight would relieve her stress, what if she met death standing in the middle of the road. She shook her head as if to tell herself "stop overthinking, it was a harmless stroll" but something in her told her the stroll wasn't harmless, she needed to start following her heart rather than that dark voice in her head. 

     Temitope's marriage hit rock bottom eight years after she said "I do". Her husband Bayo was the sweetest man on the planet until a year ago, she couldn't place her fingers on what changed him, she just knew he changed. It started with her husband coming home drunk late at night, her nagging, taking some hits to the face, having heated arguments in the presence of her kids. Before she could spell 'Jack' he filed for a divorce and mandated her to sign it whilst holding a knife to her neck, before she knew what was going on the court granted her husband custody of her two kids. She wondered how the court thought her eight year old daughter and her six year old son would survive in the arms of a man who comes home late at night drunk. How could the court have given him custody, was it because he was richer and more comfortable? What has wealth got to do with raising children, she was doing pretty well for herself, she had a boutique whose frequent customers were people of caliber. She didn't know whether to thank the court for giving her two days in a month to be with her kids. It was just the first day without her kids and she was already going nuts. 

     "Where are you lord!" She cried once again and for the first time that day, He responded. She had been calling on him throughout the day, she called on him in the courtroom, she called on him when her husband drove out of their matrimonial home to his second house, a house she never knew he had, she called Him but He was mute. She heard His voice again for the first time in nine months, "I'm here" she heard Him say in his unbothered voice. Why wasn't He bothered about her plight, she sat upright at the foot of her bed in confusion, she squeezed her face till the folds on her forehead became pretty evident. 

     "Where were you when it all happened, where were you when he took my children away?" She asked again, this time with the pitch of her voice higher. 

     "I was where I was when my only son was taken to the cross, I was where I was when I watched him die, right now I'm there, looking at the cross, seeing the blood drip from his head. I'm there shaking my head because his blood seems to be wasting away over your life" The folds on her forehead doubled again as beads of sweat trickled down her face, His blood, a waste? What was ABBA saying? 

     "Stop acting the victim Temitope, you are not innocent yourself. When your husband started sleeping around town and coming home drunk, what did you do?" Tears rolled down her face when ABBA asked that question. She remembered wanting to pay Bayo back so badly that she committed adultery, she slept with one of her ex boyfriends. "I'm sorry ABBA" she cried out in tears, seeing that she had messed up. 

     "Are you truly sorry, I tried telling you that it was not the way to fight the battle, the devil was ready to destroy your home and you let him in. You didn't stop at that, you stopped cooking for him, you started nagging at every opportunity. You claim that he hit you, you threatened to sue him for domestic violence, did you forget that for every time he hit you, you hit him first?" The pitch of Temitope's cry increased, so the lord saw her. She didn't know where the spirit of anger that possessed her came from, she was always slapping her husband each time they argued and for every slap she gave him, she received multiple punches, she wasn't innocent after all. She saw how she failed as a mother, she failed as a wife, she laid flat at the foot of her bed, crying and begging God to forgive her. Temitope remained there for hours, asking God to restore her marriage and save her husband. she had intimate conversations with the Holy spirit, this time she wasn't the only one talking, she was hearing from Him too. 

     She woke up to a knock on her door, it was afternoon already, she wondered who could have come visiting. She opened the door to see her husband standing at the foot of the door looking like a stray puppy. She immediately knelt before him, apologizing profusely with tears rolling down her eyes while latching onto his legs. She felt a drop of water on her head, she looked up to see her husband crying too. He pulled her up and hugged her tightly whilst apologizing for being a bad husband and father. If only she knew that prayer could restore her home as quickly as it did, she would have prayed as soon as she noticed the funny behaviors a year ago.

      Alas her family was back, she sat beside her husband on the cushion chair with her head on his chest, she couldn't wait for her children to get back from school. She thanked ABBA for letting the court give her husband custody of her children of that hadn't happened, she wouldn't have been back on track with her personal adviser, the Holy Spirit

     Sometimes the Holy Spirit comes to us in our weakest moments when we call on him, not because he wasn't there when we were strong but because we despised him when we were strong. We didn't heed his warning, we thought we had it all figured out, we imagined we were doing the right thing. So he sat in the little corner we put him, he stayed out of the case because we shut him out, he patiently waited for it to boomerang because he knew we'll call on him. When we call, if it's not too late he comes to us, reminds us of how we went wrong and helps us pull through if we acknowledge that we've wronged and let him in, that's why he's called the 'comforter', our companion. 

     I know you messed up, you know it too, call on him, it's not too late, he'll answer you. He answers those that diligently seek him. Diligently seek in tears, acknowledge your wrong, call out to him to save you from the storm, let him minister healing to your wounded soul.

I hope this piece blessed you, thank you for reading. 

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