THE MISSING KEY: A Deeper Introduction Into God's Wonder-working Power

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The key to the main door leading to the house had been missing for three days. 
Attendant with the frantic search that followed was paranoia (that an intruder must have somehow appropriated it for breaking in and making away with our possessions at a later time); heated arguments (because my gramps was convinced without any proof whatsoever that it was I who misplaced the key, and I was having none of it 🙄), and constant prayers by Granny concerning the issue.

On the morning of the first day after the key disappeared, out of the many prayer requests that Granny offered, I specifically heard her ask that the location of the key be revealed, and that God should restore the relationship between Gramps and I. 

I on the other hand was indifferent, had somehow given up on finding the key, and was already thinking of how to take out the entire door handle with the lock for replacement.

Two days later in the midnight, I had a dream.
In that dream, I saw the missing key at the living-room window. By morning while peeing in the toilet, I remembered my dream and ambled (with my fingers crossed) down to the same window I saw in my dream. 

Well... 

Guess what? 

I found... not only the key to the door.. but also the key to living a balanced life void of frustrations:
Absolute belief in the power of prayer, and in the attentiveness of God to the faintest whisper in our hearts to Him.

That night that I dreamt of the key, I had cried myself to sleep, wondering just how my heart would get healed after I had foolishly exposed myself to hurt repeatedly. So many people I wished I could unmeet. So many memories I wished I would forget.

But now that I have found the key, just like I handed it (the physical one) back to my grandmother, I'm handing it (the key to my heart) back to God. I believe just like He was interested in the affairs of my home, He is also interested in the affairs of my life.

I don't know what lessons you can take out of this.
I'm not even sure that I intended for this to be a mini Sunday-school class, but this whole experience for me is very humbling. 
I had always known that people receive revelations through dreams. But it had never happened to me before. 
As I went towards the window to search for the key, I wondered what made me think I would find it there just because it was so in my dream. When did I become one of these overspiritual freaks? I felt like one. 😅 

Well, I'm still revelling in this novel experience. 
I hope to be introduced into deeper dimensions of God's spirit.
Not that I have done anything to deserve it lately. But His mercy and grace finds us all and makes of us what our self-righteousness can never get us to be. Not so? 🙂

I took my step of faith to the window.
You should take yours too. 
He's waiting to honour your faith. 😊

Your Nigerian feminist christian bows out here. 
Have a fabulous weekend ahead. 🌹

23.08.19

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