Exactly
13 years ago today, my wife was in the hospital expecting our first baby. She had
been there through the night while I was at home attending to students of the
University that were fainting in my sitting room due to tear gas infection
because there was a riot in town. Torn between saving lives and welcoming my
baby, there were no mobile phones to get updates from the hospital and movement
was restricted.
I
had to take the risk to drive to the hospital at about 2pm. And to the glory of
God, she had delivered. It dawned on me that God was ahead of us because if she
had not gone to the hospital the previous night, taking her there would have
been impossible during the riot. Only God knows what would have happened.
A
day that started so rough ended so well, no life was lost in my sitting room
and my wife and baby were fine and sound. Above all, we were kept from the
effect of the riot, they only heard the news later. (Psalm 91 was at work)
To
the glory of God, those students are all big men and women now, married with
children. And as for that baby, he is a big boy now, almost taller than I am. He
is thirteen years old today.
THANK YOU JESUS FOR YOUR FAITHFULNESS.
