I traveled to Lagos for the first time alone when i was about fifteen years old. At that time my elder sister was still a Law student. That visit still remains a life changing experience for me. Truly, the God of impossible and undeserving miracle exist!
I went to church with her for the first time, studied the word with her, read christian fictions and, in less than two weeks she taught me how to pray. A God i didn’t know so much about fell in love with a child that was willing to learn.
Well, my trip ended and school resumed. I was still in secondary school, high school, and at that time we were preparing for our School inter-house sport. I immediately fell into my normal activity, and I almost forgot this new friend I made.
Well as a Muslim girl child I continued with my life. I was in the laziest and the most funny sport house. We don’t do any of the exercise, we had the big girls, the big classy boys. You know, we were all forming spec. Big girls don’t run!
While preparing for the inter-house sport, we practiced for a week straight, and I tried so many times to run; I grew up unhealthy, and I had to battle with asthma for years, so i was disqualified from all activities, and crowned the high queen of the house. Note the sarcasm.
Another meeting with the God of the impossible
On the Friday to the big day (the finals), my eldest sister invited me to Koinonia, a meeting put together by Eternity Network International. Surprisingly, it was the last Friday of the month and a miracle service.
We were ask to write a prayer request to be submitted before the end of the service, the whole system was new to me. It wasn’t my first time in church, but my first time in this kind of setting. Not until my Conversion, I used to think church was for old folks, who had nothing bubbling for them and are obviously bored of life. My God! I saw youth, a lot of them.
I remember asking my Sis, who the prayer request was going to. She smiled sweetly and said to God. I desperately wanted to ask how?
But every one had their little piece, and i wanted to have something too. i wanted to write something to the God of the impossible, the God of an undeserving miracle. So, i wrote;
Did i keep to my promise? keep reading to find out!
I left church quiet that day, I really had nothing to say, something was going on within me.
The Big Day
We went over the parade for the last time, and it was horrible. At this point we had zero chance of winning, that God won’t be able to save us!
Nothing went well, the parade was almost messed up by the nervous horse, one of the little princess lost her Tiara, the lace on my dress wrapped round my heels. It was terrible!
At the end of the day, the junior student gave their best but it wasn’t enough for a win, the Primary student did better, we settled under the hurt sun, energy level drained to zero percent. Other houses like: Red house, Yellow house, and blue house waited for the scores while we were just waiting for when we can go home and forget about the long day!
Aisha, my school best friend looked at me and smiled, that was her own way of saying, ‘ girl we gave our best’ i smiled back and we waited quietly for when we can go home. Mr Zak, who happened to not be my favorite teacher ended up as the announcer of the bad news.
Why bother to listen to him?…
It’s eight years already, and I can’t really remember the scores, I remember people on green screaming and jumping. Aisha tapped me, “what are you thinking of, we won!” she exclaimed in pure surprise and joy. “We didn’t even come third, or second, we came FIRST, Sadiya.”
It was a miracle, an undeserving miracle. I cried all day: I couldn’t scream, couldn’t even clap, my legs were as numb as a cooked noodle, my heart rate accelerated, my eyes were tearing up, to them we won, to me He won. The victory wasn’t ours.
My school director couldn’t even believe we won, she collected the golden cup from us the moment we got back to school. What was supposed to be a joyful competition ended up a surprise, a shock to everyone. God revealed Himself, revealed what He could do through one prayer request, through one person.
I’m still very grateful for the experience, God’s undeserving miracle is a language of mercy, of His love for humanity, and I hold It dear because It’s my first miracle, and It is an undeserving miracle.
And he is still giving people miracles they don’t deserve, He is still loving us even when we don’t qualify.
He is doing more than we can Imagine or think of every single day!
What is that undeserving miracle God has given you? Can you still remember when it all started? I want to hear it, if you don’t mind.