12days of Thanksgiving:Emmanuela Went From Fire Disaster To Getting Married In 2016
TWTW called out for thanksgiving posts from our sisters HERE And for the next 12 days we will see through the eyes of imperfect ladies, striving to give perfect praise to the Lord.
“By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name.”
12 January, 2016.
It was 01:22am. The shouts of “Fire, Fire, Fire” jolted me from sleep. I jumped off the bed and started searching frantically for the key to the door as it was not on the door. I found it few minutes later in the new bag I just bought some days ago and had taken to work the previous day. I opened the door and ran out in my flimsy night gown without any footwear, hoping that I would come back in to continue my sleep after the fire has been put out. I was wrong! That day turned out to be one of my longest.
In summary, few hours later, everything I called ‘possession’ was reduced to rubble right before my eyes. Books, clothes, books, bags, books etc. What a way to start the New Year! I had lost my phone few days earlier in a short commute to work.
As I walked the street in an oversized gown and slippers, the pair my friend-now-husband bought around the corner, I felt bad for going to the market some days before that day to buy new clothes and bags in readiness for the new work year. I also felt really bad for my aunt, in whose house I was living and who had travelled to the village at the time of the fire incident. I felt like bad luck. I wished I had taken my handbag with me when I took the key. At least I would have saved my Int’l passport, my office vault key and my wallet with few thousands in it. But then I wouldn’t have saved my life. And right there in the midst of the settling smoke and particles, I received my first testimony. God saved me and spared my life. Still, I couldn’t help but feel that 2016 would be a bleak year.
What else could be farther from the truth? God proved me wrong with the ensuing events.
Not too long after the fire incident, I was posted to the Head Office and right there in my new office, a new business was birthed. I started my peanut business. I saw that God was being intentional with me. He had reasons for everything He allows me to go through and everywhere He takes me to.
I had always told God that I wish to get married in 2016. It was a mere wish for me as I really didn’t attach any urgency to it. My loving father answered still. According to His perfect will, I got married on the 24th of August, 2016. The story behind our (my husband and I) reunion, courtship and union is a testimony on its own.
Before the wedding ceremony, I was in need of money to settle some things. I couldn’t ask friends and relatives because not many of them were aware that I was getting married in the first instance. It’s a long story. I kept on hoping for a miracle and the miracle did come in two folds, few days before the D-day.
It came in form of a call at the end of which I was requested to come for an internal interview with one of the Executive Directors in my company. I didn’t just get the promotion, I also got a cheque as a wedding gift from my new boss. The cash equivalent was just enough to cater to my immediate needs. There is another great testimony behind the cheque. I’ll save it for later.
How can I leave out the other miraculous provisions from God?
So in 2016, a year that didn’t start out so well, the Word of God became life to me:
Ps. 145:14 The Lord upholdeth all that fall, and raiseth up all those that be bowed down.
He had always told me through the year,
“But now saith The Lord that created thee, O Emmanuela, and He that formed thee, O Nkiruka. Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name.” (Isa. 43:1-2)
Even my own life amazes me. The love God has for me is more evident with each passing day.-
“And provide for those who grieve in Zion– to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.
Emmanuela Oruche is a lover of the creator and the created. I am a passionate being who just wants to love more.