Sope woke up with a terrible headache. It felt like someone was literally driving nails through her head. After she got back from Yinka’s’s house yesterday, she had spent the rest of the day crying her eyes out.
How did she go from loving and serving God to ending up pregnant out of wedlock? She bought two more pregnancy tests yesterday just to be sure she was indeed pregnant.
She wondered what God would think of her now.
She had claimed to love God, which was easy for her because she grew up in a Christian family and life had been rosy. The minute she had a setback, she rebelled against God.
She blamed God for allowing her mum die and she hated Him for that. Her mum had loved God and served God faithfully and yet God had allowed her to die. She had questioned the verse in the bible where God promised to satisfy His children with long life.
She couldn’t remember the last time she read her bible. She just wasn’t interested. But she couldn’t deny there was a huge vacuum in her life when she turned her back against God. She focused her love and devotion on Yinka.
She sniffed hard and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands. She had to break to news to someone. Dolapo? Her friendship with Dolapo was no longer existent because she kept pushing her away.
She heard the sound of her dad’s car pulling out of the driveway. She glanced at the wall clock, it was 7:30am, he was on his way to church. She couldn’t remember the last time she went to her former church.
Of course, she liked Yinka’s church because she felt comfortable there. Nobody preached about sin, about repentance, about eternity. It was always about prosperity, faith, healing and success. She would go to church after spending the previous night in Yinka’s house and not feel guilty. She shut her eyes.
“My daughter, I love you. Before you were formed in your mother’s womb, I knew you.”
“Why did you take my mother away God. Why?”
“Sope, I promised that WHEN you pass through deep waters, I would be with you. WHEN you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. WHEN you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up.’’
“But God, this water drowned me! It did.’’
“Sope, I called out to you several times. My Spirit was ready to comfort you but you refused. I sent my servants to you Sope. I sent Dolapo, your dad, Gbenga and Bode.’’
At the sound of Bode’s name she cried even harder. She began to shake uncontrollably.
“What did I do to Bode? Bode was good to me. He was always there.’’
“You broke my son’s heart Sope. He sent petitions up to me for your sake everyday but I couldn’t force you. That’s one privilege you humans have -freewill.’’
“God, will he take me back? I’m ready to repent. I’m coming back home Lord.’’
“You are welcome home my child, We have longed for this day. I heard all the petitions made on your behalf. I have loved you with an everlasting love Mosope Lawal.’’
“I want Bode back.”
“It’s too late my child.”
“Nooooo! God please.”
“My child, sin has consequences.’’
“Please Lord! Please.’’
“Have no doubt, I have forgiven you. My son paid the price for that several years ago. But Bode belongs to another daughter of mine now. Just serve me faithfully and at the right time, I’ll bring someone else.’’
Sope woke up. It had been a dream but it seemed so real. She must have dozed off briefly. She moved her head gently and realised her pillow was wet. She had been crying.
She knew what she had to do.
“Is there anyone sitting in the congregation, who wants to be part of God’s family? There’s someone here today who like the prodigal son, has wandered far away from the father’s love. God wants me to tell you to come back home. Come home son, come home daughter, before it is too late.” The pastor said as he ended the sermon.
The choir sang:
“I surrender all (2x)
All to my blessed saviour
I surrender all.”
Sope rose from her seat and walked towards the altar with tears streaming down her face. As she walked to the altar, she felt lighter, all the anger she had bottled up against God evaporated. She knelt at the altar and raised her hands to her maker in deep surrender.
Tunji couldn’t help the tears that flowed freely down his cheeks when he saw his daughter at the altar on her knees. He tapped Abimbola, whose eyes were shut in prayers and nudged her to look at the altar. She placed her hand in his and they both prayed for his daughter.
Bode was shocked when he saw Sope walk into the service just before the sermon started. Their eyes met as she walked past him and he recognised that look on her face. She had been crying. He hadn’t seen her in over a year. When she walked towards the altar during the altar call, he started thanking God.
Thanking God she was back home.
5 months later.
“Daaaaad, Gbenga is here.’’Sope called.
She heard an inaudible response from her father’s room.
“You don’t want to be late for your own wedding!’’
With a curling iron in one hand, she went down the stairs and opened the front door for Gbenga.
“Oh my! What a dashing best man!’’
Gbenga grinned. “Thanks sissy.’’ He replied and hugged her. I thought you spent yesterday in the salon, what are you still curling again?’’
“Just some lose hair strands jare.” They both walked into the living room.
“How are you Sope?” Gbenga asked and glanced at her stomach.
“I’m fine Gbenga.”
“Yes I am. I’m just a bit emotional that I just spent my last nigjt in this house. Her gaze swept round the living room. “I have so many memories here.”
“Aww come here.” Gbenga said and opened his arms.
They stayed together for a while before Gbenga spoke. “Are you sure you want to move out? We can sublet the house you know.”
“I’m sure Gbenga. I’m a big girl. Besides, dad and aunty Abi need their privacy as newlyweds.”
“True. If its any consolation, you are closer to us. You can always stop by for dinner. Onyi and Debby would be glad to have you.”
“You know I’ll take you up on that offer! You know how much I hate cooking.”
“Gbenga, I need to finish my hair. I’ll be down in a bit.”
“Sha hurry up.” Gbenga replied. “Daaaaaad! Let’s go oh.
“Why don’t you check up on him? Maybe he needs some help.” Sope suggested.
Gbenga knocked gently on the door of his father’s room.
“Yes come in.” Tunji replied.
He walked in and found his dad staring out the window.
“Dad, are you ready?”
Tunji turned to face his son with moist eyes.
Gbenga was at his father’s side immediately. “Are you okay dad?”
Tunji sniffed and wiped his eyes, slightly embarrassed his son saw him crying. “I’m okay son…I just didn’t think I would be doing this again the second time.”
“Awww dad, I’m sure mum is smiling down from heaven.” He adjusted his dad’s tie.
“I’m sure she is.”
“So, lets get you married!’’
The church auditorium was filled with people when they arrived. Father and son walked towards the front of the church to wait for the bride. Gbenga smiled as he looked at the faces of people who were dear to him and his family. His siblings, church members who had been there for them, their kids and grandkids, Deborah’s sisters.
As Abimbola walked towards him with her son to the tune of Great is thy Faithfulness, he was reminded again about God’s faithfulness towards him and his family. The death of Deborah was one of the darkest points in his life but God turned the story around and now he was getting married to a woman he was madly in love with.
He was grateful to God for his kids, especially Mosope, who had found her way back to God. She looked so beautiful with her pregnancy glow and surely, he was going to miss having her around in the house.
He smiled at Abimbola as their eyes met.
God indeed makes everything beautiful in His time.
Thank you so much for following the Lawal family’s journey through pain and how each person handled it, particularly Mosope.
I must apologize that it took over 3 years to complete it but I’m glad I finally did.
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Have a blessed week .