This may seem very random, but I couldn’t just let it pass. Four years ago, I returned home from Kenya after four years of absence, on transit to the UK. When Sunday came along, I got up early in the morning, had my devotions and asked God to protect us all the way to church and back home again.

After my devotions, I took a shower, dressed up, made breakfast and waited for the others to wake up. When they finally woke up, they told me that they were not going to church. A little thought of disappointment creeped inside my head and heart, but I shook it off. I had my breakfast, took some taxi money and left. Back then, the International Christian Church (ICC) was held at the Hilton Hotel down town. Hence, I told the driver to drop me off there.

At Korong, right before we went up to Mvog Mbi,  a young man in another car decided to make a U-turn where he shouldn’t in front of us. Our driver, who was a young university student viaed the car to the left to escape, and then to the right. Yet we still collided with the other car. The other car’s driver’s side was chattered into bits, but our car came off with a little scratch.

With all the strength within, I got out with a bruced head, paid the driver his full fare and took another taxi to church. After church, I came home, took medication for a fever that was speedily rising, as well as a thumping head and cried myself to sleep. Two hours later, I woke up, sat on my bed and reflected over the morning’s events. I realized then that God had heard my prayer. He took me safely to church and brought me back home.

What if I had not asked him to protect and watch over me throughout that day? Would he have done so? Did those in the taxi spend time with him that morning? Did I save those people’s lives through my trust and faith in God?

One thing I know that has repeated itself over and over in my life, is the way God answers prayers. He chooses to answer our prayers in his timing. It doesn’t mean that we should give up going to him.

Early this morning, the image of that day popped into my heard, as well as this question “Did God spare our car because I was inside? Did I save those people’s lives, because I had laid my day at his feet?”

Can you share those marvelous moments when God came through for you?