Awero turned her face to the wall as she couldn’t bear to watch her twist in pain.
“God, if You can just heal my mom, I will love you forever. I will spend my whole life pleasing You,” she prayed earnestly, as tears trickled down her face.
Her mom was the only thing she had. She had no dad nor siblings. Her mom had been the only one taking care of her, after her dad’s death five years ago when she was 15 years old. She had been her life, her love, her being. She couldn’t afford to lose her now!
“A-we-ro,” Adetutu, her mom called out in distress, putting a stress on each syllable. “Come and sit here.” The words didn’t come out straight as it’s written. It came out in short breaths and with much labour.
Awero turned and stared at her. Her mom was diagnosed of breast cancer. She had browsed the condition up on her Android phone and what she saw was not encouraging.
The doctors had tried their best. She had been on chemotherapy and radiation treatment for some months now, but the disease could not be arrested. Instead, she deteriorated. Miracle was what she needed now and she would do anything to get it for her.
“Awero dear, come here,” Adetutu called again.
With heavy legs and an aching heart, she went to sit beside her on the bed.
“When the fig tree does not blossom, what do you do? When the fields yield no meat, who do you turn to?” Adetutu asked quietly as her eyes bore into hers.
Awero was confused. She could not see any correlation between the sickness and her questions.
“Mom, I don’t understand your questions. What does the fig tree have to do with me or you?” she asked, impatience dripping in her voice.
Adetutu smiled weakly. “When the Lord seems to be far away, when it seems that He does not make sense to you, when you are tossed about by the winds of life and it seems God has forgotten you, that is the time to hold tightly to Him.”
“Mom, why are you saying this? I have prayed to God for you, you will not die. He will answer my prayers,” she held her weak hands in hers, hope written on her face. “You were the one who taught me that if I have faith as small as a mustard seed, I will have anything I ask from the Lord. I have faith that you will be healed. Don’t say something else, mom,” she wept profusely.
No, she didn’t want to think of that. God would not do that to her. God created the entire universe by simply speaking it into existence, and He has all power and all understanding. He could heal. He could save. He would not allow her mama to die.
Adetutu squeezed her hands gently. “Yes, dear. It is true. And it is good to have faith. But, there are times God can be silent. There are times you will feel the world is out to get you. When storms and trials come your way, you need to keep trusting God. I will soon go but you have One who is with you always. You are not alone.”
“No, mom. Noooooo!”
“You have been a strong and good girl. Keep being good. Keep following the Lord, His eyes are on you. I love you dear but He loves you more.”
Awero broke down in tears, as she bathed Adetutu with the warm liquid pouring rapidly from her eyes. Adetutu patted her on the back. It would be well with her, she believed.
Life may come as a disappointment. There will be times when circumstances don’t add up. You may go through times when God seems to have let you down. That is not the time to turn back from God. That is not the time to talk foolishly at Him. That is not the time to throw questions at Him.
He cares about you deeply. He can handle the burdens that have weighed you down. He is concerned about you. He is never late. All you need to do is to keep trusting Him. He can be trusted, even when He can’t be tracked!
Don’t faint in heart. Instead, rejoice. And He will surely come through for you.
“Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.”(Habakkuk 3:4).
Thank you for reading through.