Go home Mama-No cancer

Jesus Christ is my master.

24th July 2015 marks the day  the president of United States Obama visited the country Kenya.  Much excitement, roads closure in Nairobi and that explains why I got a chance to be home early and at least have time to sit on this one thing that invaded my mind  since Sunday.

I stood confused outside Barret Hostel entrance door in Egerton near Barret kitchennet. I wasn’t sure what I was staring at, leave alone having a faded idea of the next step to take. World was turning round very fast and my mind was fast being brown by very hard life questions. For a moment I could not manage to see any person around till I heard Jane kathure ask me if I was okey. By then she was the prayer secretary of the Christian union and I was just a second year in my first semester.  Barret wasn’t my hostel of resident but I was living with my friend Pamela as I waited for my bed to be fixed in Riverside hostels.

Pamela had three roommates and I happened to make the forth roommate, Okey a visitor. Being a visitor, I didn’t have access to the room key and so I used to have all my books in the bag every morning incase I came back and the room was closed. Yes mmmmh, I remember in second year we still had some common units like maths, physics and we would probably walk from Bs, to Ts to ED and so forth. This very day I had several classes from up and down halls and I was already feeling abit beaten up. That same day an official from intercessory ministry had requested me to lead mission church thanksgiving prayers and so I had to rash to my temporal room in Barret, take a rest and hopefully prepare for prayers since it was almost time and my classes were over.

On arrival, the room was closed and the small girl was already feeling abit disoriented. I walked downstairs, then walked out via the far right entrance not very sure where I was ended to yet an intense desire to rest and prepare to lead prayers was still burning within me. Before I was even five meters from the hostel door an incoming call knocked. Yah, It was mum. Earlier during the day she told me that she was in the hospital undergoing a test that we used to dread about incase it was positive. I had tried to call her between midday and evening, mmmh not sure of time but she didn’t pick up my call. I was already tensing but again I had so much to do and think about until tension could not stand it.

 

 

 

Note: Before I wrote this I asked her if she was comfortable incase I shared this in my writings and she gave me a go ahead. Before I asked her on Sunday as we were worshiping I remembered this and tears were carelessly flowing down my cheeks  unstoppable.There I thought of sharing this.At these moments nothing seems to near rating of most precious thing to give my God apart from my heart, my life, my love, my strength. Humming these words while standing before spiritually visible, tangible, real presence of God, worship session just seems too short. I sit down feeling good with wet eyes and fast trying to wipe and blow my nose only for moderator to ask us to greet and welcome our neighbor. Besides me is Peter so I smile at him and not sorry for my wet eyes but abit comfortable that he is used to seeing me break before God. My eyes are already welling up in tears of thanksgiving. Glory to God forever.

 

Before I went back for my second year, I left my mum with a painful lump on her throat that was worth bringing about fears were it not of the hope we have in Christ Jesus. Here her call was incoming and the news were as following, she has been tested cancer positive in the early stages and she was given clinic checkup dates. For a moment I thought it was a big lie, for a I moment I counted all that our family is worth, for a moment I counted my whole school fee to forth year, for a moment I remembered my brother in high school and our last born in primary and for a moment it felt like i had abruptly landed on another planet. I didn’t know how to handle the news even after encouraging my mother and assuring her that God was in control. The perspective of life had just changed in a moment, It was no longer the same. I wasn’t sure of the next physical step to take for I could not remember if the ground would still be there to hold me. There and then Jane came from nowhere, I mean I didn’t see her come and here she was asking me if I was okey.

 

We walked to CU secretary’s room, where I was given a sweater and time to compose myself and ofcourse hand over the task of leading prayers.

Before  long they all went for prayers and I requested to be excused and remain behind. I was just trying to remember who I would call and fill my mind with the word of God for I thought it was all I needed. I walked to Mama Ngina hostels to sly’s room, who was my first year good roommate,bought credit and slept on her upper decker bed. I called humphrey kaburu and explained the news and there God used him to saturate my mind with the word of God. Since then I was strong to face the situation in view of how mighty my God is. That night I slept in the secretary’s room, woke up to pray at night earlier than before and God was lifting my heart again. Jane kathure organized one hour of prayer each day for the same at lower field. God forgive me, I didn’t tell my friend Pam all that was going on for somehow I feared what I don’t know. I didn’t want her shocked over the same.

This day is still memorable like its yesterday, as we walked from Njojerio (shopping center) with akina pam for supper shopping and here my mum was calling. I had even forgotten whether that was her clinic day since the miracle had just taken place in the first few days of prayer (I mean the pain and swollen lump was already gone). She was this time excited beyond normal and there she announced that the Doctor said he can no longer see anything like cancer. So “Mama go home”. She added something I would like to quote..”I felt like Jesus was speaking those words to me using the doctor”. Right at njokerio I started jumping, screaming abit and crazy happy expressions. None knew why I was doing so but later I explained. There and then the Cancer story died. Glory to God forever and ever.

Incase any of us is in such situation or even suffering from the same, I want to assure you that God is still faithful. It might be very hard but God is the closest to reach our heart and assure us his love in pain and confusion. He is too close than we think to walk with us in every encounter. Amen

 

I also want to thank God for the godly friends I have met my way who have always stood with me in hard times and believed with me that everything is possible with God. God bless you all