My doctors didn’t hide words from me. They told me my condition will cost me millions of naira. It was to be expected.
Having good health for free is a privilege you can only appreciate when you get told that even people with millions of naira need more than their millions to survive.
You could have lots of money and not have God. You could have lots of money, have God and not have people to stand by your side. You could also have all three and not have a good medical facility to get proper treatment. Then, you could have nothing at all as well.
The first person I told about my deteriorating health was my immediate superior in the church. Now, I realise that we are all human. When something bad happens, or when we hear bad news, we tend to focus more on the ‘bad’ part of it before we try to look at the encouraging aspects. His words that day could have sent me spiralling into a deep state of depression.
“It is a market one doesn’t return from!” he had exclaimed.
“Lots of people travelled abroad for kidney operation but they never came back alive.”
I guess he was trying to tell me to get my affairs in order and believe that anything could happen at any time. Now, I realise that he probably didn’t mean it in a bad way, but at that point, his words weren’t what I wanted to hear.
His was not the only discouraging words I heard during this period.
At some point when I was so sick I became bedridden, and my wife was looking for someone who’d come and help us cook, a church member had told my wife to let me “eat my fill” because I wouldn’t be there to “eat later”. This was because my wife had protested the huge amount the cook the church member had helped us procure was demanding.
Words like that aren’t things someone who is on a sick bed is supposed to hear. Depression kills faster than whatever disease the person is battling with.
At the same time, I had people who were there to steadily encourage me and provide assistance even without asking. They were part of the sustenance God had promised me.
The Word came to me through Daddy G.O. before December 2020 crossover service. I had recently been diagnosed and I made an appointment with Daddy G.O; hoping he’d lay his hands on me and miraculously, everything will disappear. On my way to the camp, I got stuck in traffic for over three hours. Lots of people were leaving Lagos in a frenzy, hoping to get to their villages before midnight, so the traffic outbound was terrible.
What was worse was that my vehicle broke down halfway to the Redemption Camp and the time for my appointment with Daddy G.O. was almost due. I was weak but I knew I had to meet the appointment so I hailed a bike from Arepo down to Redemption Camp.
I had never seen Daddy G.O. be so animated until that day I sat across from him in his office and explained my situation.
“God just wants to prove to you that He can sustain you,” Daddy G.O. said sharply. “He loves you so much and He is enough to sustain you!”
Daddy G.O. prayed for me but he kept on talking about sustenance. God wanted to prove he can sustain me. I believe in the Word but I cannot help but admit that I was a bit let down.
I guess I wanted more. I guess I wanted more action. Maybe I wanted Daddy G.O. to tell me where I went wrong and I could start asking for forgiveness.
I left Daddy G.O.’s office that day with a heavy heart but still believing His Words. Mentally calculating the huge expenses my dialysis and other medical expenses was going to consume, I knew my personal finances weren’t going to be able to cover half of it. I had no idea where my help was going to come from but since God had said He was going to sustain me, I had no choice but to believe Him.
I believed Him and I wasn’t let down.