Testimony: God’s Watchfull Fatherly Eye

DSC00258She had spent that day with my two friends and I at my home. Eva Adhiambo Oguna is a Gospel Singer, a Designer, an actress, an effusively loving single mother of four. She lives in Kariobangi. I had gotten to know her through my late friend Nashon Meshack Dwoya, who was at that time her Manager, and who had asked me to support his role by being her ‘on-site’ manager. After his death, we remained friends, and she sought my fellowship and advise as she ‘hustled’ to grow in the Arts. That particular day she was visiting me in the less developed part of Tassia, closer to Riverbank and Soweto. It had rained that week, and black cotton mud challenged movement by both man and machine.

As part of putting together her profile, we had planned a pre- photo shoot. This was mainly to gauge and advise on her style, her public image, and prepare for another shoot at a later date. We had enjoyed the day. I directed the shoot and made her up. Unknown to us, she had only Kshs 10 with her. I was also doing really badly and facing an evening of probably no dinner for my household, and she picked up on this and so did not ask if I had kshs 50 to help her get home. My friend had a car and agreed to drop her off at the main road after the shoot. She was dropped off at Fedha.

“I stood there with my box on my head, and ten shillings in my hand and wondered how I would get home. The matatu [mini-bus] touts were calling out “20 bob-20 bob!” and I smiled and silently prayed and asked God to do something. If there was ever a time for  You to show up Lord, it is now. I need to get home to my children, and I need for you to provide for us food.” She hardly finished her prayer when a tout called out, directly at her “Mathe ingia na 10bob” [Mum enter with 10 shillings]. She scrambled into the matatu and was dropped off at Donholm. It was now dark, almost 7pm.

“I stood there, put the box back on my head and both my hands were on my hips” she begins laughingly. “I again appealed to God – get me home! Only You can.  So please do something” She saw the biker come, turn and stop right in front of her. There were many others at the bus stop she recalls but it did not seem strange to her that he chose her.

“Madam, I think am lost. Would you know where the Kariobangi Roundabout is?” She smiled and began giving him the directions. He was unable to grasp her verbal instructions, so she said to him “If you talk to me nicely, I will take you there.”

“Please, please madam, please take me there.” Eva hoped onto the bike with her luggage, thanking God for this miracle. ‘At least I will not have such a long way to walk now.’ When they got to the roundabout he stopped and asked her “Would you know where SuperLoaf is?” She smiled again and offered to go with him – thanking God – this is even closer to home! When they got there he asked her, “Was there a fire some time back around here involving some flats? Would you know where those are? The one that was burnt the most?” She smiled…the lost stranger that she met so far away in the dark, was going all the way to her home.

DSC00689“When we got there he was worried about leaving his bike unattended to call on one of my neigbours. I talked to our ‘Watchie’ [Watchman] and he agreed to take care of the bike, provided I sort him out [pay him]. I did not know how I would do that since I had no money, but also knew that I would. The man was going to 4th floor, I went with him and we knocked all the doors on that floor and all were answered except one. I knew the Mum of that house had travelled upcountry as she is a client of mine. I thought that her husband had briefly stepped out and invited the stranger into my home. There was nothing there in terms of food, and we had overdrawn from the kiosk that normally extended credit services to us. But I prayed, wanting to be a blessing to this man who had unwittingly been used of God to bless me.  I sent my son down to the kiosk and he came back with two packets of milk, a loaf of bread and blueband.”

“I wanted to make ‘short tea’, ‘thick tea’ just for him, so he would be blessed for being an answer to my prayers, and that is what I did. When he finished he said to me”

“Mum, you don’t know how you have blessed me. I had had nothing to eat since morning and this being my last delivery, I had planned to go somewhere and really deal with my hunger.” He reached into his pocket and Eva stopped him “NO, NO, NO! You can’t do that. You can’t leave money in this house! It is okay. You were a blessing to us.” She sent her son downstairs to check if her neighbour had returned, and he came and said that the man of the house had been in all the time. He had been in the bathroom when they were at his door. The stranger thanked Eva and went downstairs.”

She laughs now, tears filling her eyes. “A few minutes later they were back upstairs with my neighbour’s husband. I had made some clothes for her and she had to leave before getting the money with which to pay me. She had sent the money through the biker to her husband, with the instruction that as soon as he received it, he should take out the Kshs 2,800 ‘to the lady upstairs on 7th floor.’ Vip, that is our God…who sees you without and makes provision. My children now had food!”

My household had sat listening to her through this, stunned. We had just been studying Mathew 25 and 26 and discussing how being ready for God sometimes meant going out of your way to attend to someone’s need when yours was more pressing. She had just dropped in to hug me, to see my new place as she was recording in a studio nearby. She was with a group and had to run immediately after sharing this story. I confirmed that she had fare this time and we all agreed that God had planned this story to be exactly as it turned out. What a hug this was….

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When saw we Thee a stranger, and took Thee in? Or naked, and clothed Thee?…And The King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you. Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me.’

Mathew 25

Testimony: God Took Me Home Safely and Provided Food for my Household

Testimony: God Took Me Home Safely and Provided Food for my Household

She had spent that day with me and two friends at my home. Eva Adhiambo Oguna is a Gospel Singer, a Designer, an actress, an effusively loving single mother of four. She lives in Kariobangi. I had gotten to know her through my late friend Nashon Meshack Dwoya, who was at that time her Manager, and who had asked me to support his role by being her ‘on-site’ manager. After his death, we remained friends, and she sought my fellowship and advise as she ‘hustled’ to grow in the Arts.

On this particular day she was visiting me in the less developed part of Tassia, closer to Riverbank and Soweto in Nairobi. It had rained that week, and black cotton mud challenged movement by both man and machine. As part of putting together her profile, we had planned a pre- photo shoot. This was mainly to gauge and advise on her style, her public image, and prepare for another shoot at a later date. We had enjoyed the day. I directed the shoot and made her up. Unknown to us, she had only Kshs 10 with her. I was also doing really badly and facing an evening of probably no dinner for my household, and she picked up on this and so did not ask if I had kshs 50 to help her get home. My friend had a car and agreed to drop her off at the main road after the shoot. She was dropped off at Fedha.

“I stood there with my box on my head, and ten shillings in my hand and wondered how I would get home. The matatu [mini-bus] touts were calling out “20 bob-20 bob!” and I smiled and silently prayed and asked God to do something. If there was ever a time for You to show up Lord, it is now. I need to get home to my children, and I need for you to provide for us food.” She hardly finished her prayer when a tout called out, directly at her “Mathe ingia na 10bob” [Mum enter with 10 shillings]. She scrambled into the matatu and was dropped off at Donholm.

It was now dark, almost 7pm. “I again stood there, put the box back on my head and both my hands were on my hips” she begins laughingly. “I again appealed to God – get me home! Only You can. So please do something” She saw the biker come, turn and stop right in front of her. There were many others at the bus stop she recalls but it did not seem strange to her that he chose her. “Madam, I think am lost. Would you know where the Kariobangi Roundabout is?” She smiled and began giving him the directions. He was unable to understand it, so she said to him “If you talk to me nicely, I will take you there.” “Please, please madam, please take me there.” Eva hoped onto the bike with her luggage, thanking God for this miracle. ‘At least I will not have such a long way to walk now.’

When they got to the roundabout he stopped and asked her “Would you know where SuperLoaf is?” She smiled again and offered to go with him – thanking God – this is even closer to home! When they got there he again asked her, “Was there a fire some time back around here involving some flats? Would you know where those are? The one that was burnt the most?” She smiled…the lost stranger that she met so far away in the dark, was going all the way to her home.

“When we got there he was worried about leaving his bike unattended to call on one of my neigbours. I talked to our ‘Watchie’ [Watchman] and he agreed to take care of the bike, provided I sort him out [pay him]. I did not know how I would do that since I had no money, but also knew that I would. The man was going to 4th floor, I went with him and we knocked all the doors on that floor and all were answered except one. I knew the Mum of that house had travelled upcountry as she is a client of mine. I thought that her husband had briefly stepped out and invited the stranger to my home. There was nothing there in terms of food, and we had overdrawn from the kiosk that normally extended credit services to us. But I prayed, wanting to be a blessing to this man who had unwittingly been used of God to bless me. I sent my son down to the kiosk and he came back with two packets of milk, a loaf of bread and blueband.” “I wanted to make him ‘short tea’, ‘thick tea’ just for him, so he would be blessed for being an answer to my prayers, and that is what I did.

When he finished eating he said to me” “Mum, you don’t know how you have blessed me. I had had nothing to eat since morning and this being my last delivery, I had planned to go somewhere and really deal with my hunger.” He reached into his pocket and Eva stopped him “NO, NO, NO! You can’t do that. You can’t leave money in this house! It is okay. You were a blessing to us.” She sent her son downstairs to check if her neighbour had returned, and he came and said that the man of the house had been in all the time. He had been in the bathroom when they were at his door. The stranger thanked Eva and went downstairs.”

She laughs now, tears filling her eyes. “A few minutes later they were back upstairs with my neighbour’s husband. I had made some clothes for her and she had to leave before getting the money to pay me with. She had sent the money through the biker to her husband, with the instruction that as soon as he received it, he should take out the Kshs 2,800 ‘to the lady upstairs on 7th floor.’ Vip, that is our God…who sees you without and makes provision. My children had food!” My household had sat listening to her through this, stunned. We had just been studying Mathew 25 and 26 and discussing how being ready for God sometimes meant going out of your way to attend to someone’s need when yours was more pressing. She had just dropped in to hug me, to see my new place as she was recording in a studio nearby. She was with a group and had to run immediately after sharing this story. I confirmed that she had fare this time and we all agreed that God had planned this story to be exactly as it turned out. What a hug this was….

vipslit@yahoo.ca

‘When saw we Thee a stranger, and took Thee in? Or naked, and clothed Thee?…And The King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you. Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me.’
Mathew 25

A WORD FOR US WHO FEEL THE KEEN POINT OF THE SWORD DEEP IN OUR HEARTS

sword-of-the-spiritI am watching a Soap Opera [yes I do that sometimes], and wishing I could tweak the script a tiny little bit, to make the lives and paths of the characters ‘more blessed’. It get’s me thinking about the promises of God, The Blessings of God upon the lives of man, as He, God, defines ‘blessing’. He can give you that which everyone else covets, and you are blessed – but that which is most glorious, most coveted, often comes with great responsibility – great sacrifice sometimes…and a perpetual sword in your heart. Mary mother of Jesus Christ, lived through that. How many of Israel’s virgins would have traded places with her, in a heartbeat, for the privilege of becoming the mother of the long awaited Messiah!!!

As parents to children, we too live through the sword – the extreme joys and pains of that privilege; it is the same in our workplace and in our marriages -many secretly doubt their sanity when looking back to the point of displaying themselves as best candidate for that job, or that wo/man when you wake up to mornings where the temptation to go back to bed, is greater than anything that job or relationship offers – the sword is faithfully lifted. Depending on our posture, that sword can perform clean surgery when we submit to it: it will remove that which is harmful from our lives leaving room for the healthy to grow and thrive. But the opposite is also true, and that is what the sword is best known for – reminding us of our mortality. It fights back our rebellion. Keeps us pinioned to that which we, ‘romantically’ signed up for. It all depends on our posture. Either way, the pain, is real. Keen. Moreover, we cannot remove the sword from The Hand of God, that bears it. He is Good, He is Great, in His Hands, through it all, He holds the sword to our safety, and if we choose Him, no matter the true path of our life plot, our story is one of great beauty and triumph.

” And Simeon BLESSED them and said to Mary His mother, Behold, this Child is APPOINTED and DESTINED for the fall and rising of many in Israel, and FOR A SIGN THAT IS SPOKEN AGAINST—AND A SWORD WILL PIERCE THROUGH YOUR OWN SOUL ALSO—that the secret thoughts and purposes of many hearts may be brought out and disclosed.”
Luke 2:34-35 AMP

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