"I Know That was You God."
SOMETIMES I just look up, smile and say, "I know that was You God. THANKS!!"
I got a call the previous night from Mrs. D.
She was in a very bad place emotionally…she and her first son clearly needed intervention. She wanted me to contact a psychologist I had told her about prior. She needed deep grief counselling for she and her first son. Her son is 13. I promised I’d get consultations scheduled, and we agreed we’d meet the following morning at my shop. I had a prior appointment I couldn’t break, otherwise I’d have gone to see her at home.
Mrs. D lost her husband on the 30th of April last year in deeply traumatic circumstances, and she was present. The sight she witnessed has made it even more difficult to truly move on. And though she recognizes that she needs to do this, especially for the sake of their 2 sons, it has been extremely challenging – despite her best efforts. And I can tell you for free – she has tried so hard to.
I sent an SOS message to the psychologist to try and arrange for consultations at discounted rates for Mrs. D and her son, but got no response. I also called, but the phone rang out without being answered.
Following this dead end, I tried getting an introduction to an amazing lady (Chief Mrs. Taiwo Taiwo, AART of Life Foundation) I met through a powerful counselling session she gave my sister-in-law when she lost her husband last year. Unfortunately, I was unable to reach her through the channels I tried. She is an amazing grief counsellor and I would still love a formal introduction for Mrs. D.
Mrs. D had barely sat down the next morning, when the lady I had an appointment with arrived. The lady, a Professor in UNILAG had called me the previous day. She got our contact details and information from the Internet and she wanted to donate used furniture and household items to our shop’s Widow Support Program. We had our meeting, and agreed to proceed to collect the items together. I then asked her to hold on for me to attend to Mrs. D – who was waiting on the other side of my shop.
I explained to Mrs. D my efforts at getting proper counselling, and that I had not yet succeeded, but knew I would by end of day (though I didn’t know how). When Mrs. D started speaking about what had led to the meltdown the previous night, she broke down into uncontrollable sobs. From across the room, my visitor asked gently, “Is everything alright there? I am a psychologist and can help.”
I was shocked to my roots.
Note that we had been very subdued in our conversation, given its private nature. So she did not know we were looking for a psychologist, nor what the conversation was about. She was not even focused on us until Mrs. D broke down.
It turns out that she is Professor Agiobu-Kemmer, Head of the Department of Psychology, University of Lagos. I researched her much later in the day.
I turned to Prof. and said, “Madam, I believe this is the REAL reason you are here today. Yes, please we need your help.”
Please, if this is not God, what is it??? Who are we that He is so mindful of us?
Sometimes I just look up, smile and say, “I know that was You God. THANKS!!”
“For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him.” 2 Chronicles 16:9a