Friday, 8 June 2012
PapaGod, Thank You For NOT Answering My Prayers!
I meant to share this praise report with you a while back but between the Dana crash and life, I did not. But then again, as God would have it, I believe this is the perfect time to share this cos we are going into a weekend and many of us are probably looking forward to certain things in the week to come. We are trusting God to answer our prayers in the week or weeks to come. I was doing the same thing this time two weeks ago just that I was in my car on the way to work. Let me explain.
There I was jejely on my way to work when my boss calls me. He rarely calls me. In fact, he never calls me. So I knew something was up. Something I was probably not going to like. I was right. He had two meetings and they were clashing. He needed me to come to the first one so that if he had to go to the second meeting before his turn to deliver his presentation, I would do it! Alarm blow! Me ke? Present what? Now, as nervous as presentations make me, I am fine once I begin. As long as they are my slides that I prepared by myself and know the subject matter in and out! Egba mi! How was I to present slides outside my core area using slides I had not seen till that morning! You see me see trouble!
You know that I began praying in tongues right away right? All the way to the venue. All the time we were waiting for the meeting to kick off. All the time, I prayed. Guess what? God did not answer my prayers. Just as I began to relax thinking surely our turn will come and my boss would be called to give his presentation, I saw him get up from this seat and come towards me! Jehovah! Yep, he had been called and had to leave for the other meeting (in fairness to my boss, he was standing in for someone else and had no clue both meetings would be on the same day at the same time). We stepped out of the venue and once again, he ran over the slides with me. I was dizzy. I am not sure I heard a thing.
There I was now sitting in the seat my boss had vacated waiting to deliver this presentation to a bunch of people notorious for being to put it mildly – ‘sharkish’. At this point my prayers changed from ‘PapaGod, let them call my boss o!’ to 'PapaGod, just help me. Cover me. Shut the mouths of the lions so that when I am done, they will not ask me any question I cannot answer o!’ People of God, I cannot shout! You see this God ehn, he takes my breath away! I delivered my presentation, answered the questions and went back to my seat to the sound of loud applause! I thought I was dreaming. Did I just hear the chairman of the meeting asking me to take a bow? For sure, you and I both know that THAT could only have been God!
Do you see why I am thanking God for not answering my prayers? He knew that, in Him, I would find favour. He knew that in exposing me to this task, I would be ‘lifted up’ to a place where my bosses from various parts of the company would be coming over to thank and congratulate me! I could not believe the mails that were flying around over this matter. I have played it over and over in my mind and I cannot even see what was so ‘gen-gen’ about my presentation but who cares? The audience thought it was first class (their words, not mine)! Lol! It is all God’s fault and I give him all the glory. Yesterday when the OGA of all Ogas came over to thank me again, I just shook my head in a daze. All I could say within me was PapaGod, I thank you so much for not answering my prayers. Anytime you see that my prayers will not be in my best interest, please feel free to over-ride them in Jesus name. Amen!
As you go into your weekends, perhaps you want to append the same to your prayers over that situation? Pray your heart’s desires but then trust that, at the end of the day, God knows what’s best for you. And, in his love for you, he just wants you to shine to his glory!
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