About this Blog
I never thought I would own a blog. I'm very private. However, things changed the day a lady, in response to my testimony of life and deliverance, said she wished she knew what I shared on the day she lost a loved one, that maybe he would not have died.
Tears came to my eyes as I remembered what my Pastor said many years ago. He said, "Anytime you are in a situation when you don't know what God wants you to do, do exactly the opposite of what your flesh (body) wants to do."
My story
At a point in my life, I faced very difficult circumstances that were not just life-threatening but also a turning point in my life. I will share three such circumstances to provide context as to why I now own a blog.
The first was when my younger brother lay lifeless before me. He said he felt unwell, and before we could do anything, he was practically gone. My body wanted to fold up in misery and cry my heart out, but... my pastor's words flashed through my mind. I left the room where my other relatives were with my brother, entered my room, and went into praise and worship. I sang and danced before the Lord, and I heard quite audibly, "This sickness is not unto death but that the name of the Lord might be glorified." Surprised, I thanked God and rushed back into the room where my brother was about to be rushed to the hospital. At the hospital, to my shock, the doctor took one look at him and prayed. He woke up in the hospital and has had a remarkable recovery to date without any relapse.
The second was the very dramatic yet traumatic delivery of my first child. The baby was pre-term with placenta previa. I had a massive hemorrhage, pregnancy-induced hypertension, and other complications. I was told my baby had stopped breathing in the womb because the umbilical cord was around the neck and suffocating the child. They needed to operate, but couldn't because I had gone into shock and needed an urgent blood transfusion. It was a distressing time, but I remembered again my pastor's words, and I turned my face to the white hospital wall where I lay, and I prayed that God should return my baby's spirit back into her body, that I would not let her go. I wanted her to live. A sudden eruption of joy occurred in the labor room when the monitor attached to my belly beeped, showing her heart had started beating again, and they wheeled me off to the theatre with gadgets being attached to me as the stretcher rolled. It was an emergency cesarean section, and we made it!
The third was when my husband clinically passed in surgery, and I refused to accept the medical director's verdict that they had tried their best. I remembered my pastor's words again and said, "The medical team had tried their best, but God hadn't." Even though my heart was like it was going to tear out of me, I asked to be let into the theatre to see him. The medical director refused at first but conceded after I promised "not to misbehave". They didn't want theatrics, cries, or screams. I promised I would be calm. One look at my husband, where he lay, and I almost broke down. I felt the ground was moving under my feet, but I somehow managed to steady myself with their help. I raised my eyes upward to heaven and cried out to God. I spoke to my husband, though he couldn't hear me, that it was not what we agreed on. I told him I was not raising the children alone, that he must live. I asked God to please send his spirit back into his body. I asked the Lord to close heaven and hell and not admit him anywhere but send him back to us. I declared, prayed, and sang praises. It was hard, but I believed. Miraculously, God brought him back, and no relapse to this day.
God has indeed been faithful, but I can't help but ask myself what I would have done if I did not have my pastor's words to guide me. Would I have reacted differently in any of these circumstances? Would that reaction have proved fatal? I might never know. One thing I do know, however, is that I cannot keep silent. I must share what I learn and know to help someone else.
My pastor has gone to heaven, but those words have become priceless to me. He made that statement while preaching a sermon I can't even remember. It was an evening bible study. I cannot remember the day or sermon, but those words helped me respond scripturally rather than react emotionally.
My pastor has gone to heaven, but those words have become priceless to me. He made that statement while preaching a sermon I can't even remember. It was an evening bible study. I cannot remember the day or sermon, but those words helped me respond scripturally rather than react emotionally.
My prayer is to help one person at a time with the faith-based content I will share through this medium. Once more, thank you for being here. I'm honored to serve you all.
My name is Chinasa. I believe in complementing decision-making with biblical principles. I am a leadership consultant, digital creator, and ordained minister with a PhD in management. My corporate background is in management consulting, human resources management, and business technology.
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