He'll Make a Way!

He'll Make a Way.

(Written by Joy A. Adewumi)

I rubbed my palm over my face as tears of disappointment sprung in my eyes. My web search for scholarship opportunities since the past two months when I got my admission for graduate studies has proved futile with each passing day and all my mails have been replied with no open door in sight.

The semester I was admitted for was just about two months away and I didn't have any means of funding to take up the enrollment.

As I leaned back after officially exhausting all my options, I wondered at what point one knows to give up!

I really did not want to give up. I wanted to fight till the end, knowing somewhere, somehow, the funding for my enrollment would pop up, but with every closed door that I encountered, my bravado went down a notch.

I really wanted to be that woman of faith who sees open doors when in reality all the doors are closed, but I realised that sermon was easier preached than practiced.

Those men of faith in the bible? They deserve way more respect than we accord them, because being in the same shoes they found themselves, I realised it's not really easy to stand in faith on God's promises when all the roadblocks around you are making you wonder if your steps were even in accordance to God's will in the first place.

My mind was becoming a mess, and at some point, when I felt like I would implode from all the disappointment and frustration I was holding in, I simply burst into tears, with loud wailing sobs like an elementary school kid that had just been spanked.

'God,' I prayed,

'Why is this happening? Is this your way of telling me I had read you wrong all along? Is this path not your will for me? Or am I just of little faith?

'Whatever it is Lord? Just send help. Show me what to do? If there's a way I should walk, let me find it. If I need to be still, give me peace for the moment. I don't want to give up Lord.

'Right now, it would mean the whole universe to me, if only I could hear your voice, because I'm at my lowest point. Lord, please!'

I hung my head between my palms as I cried and pleaded with my Father, but just as I said the last word, I felt a cool breeze against my chest, like a gust of cool wind after a walk in the desert, and a gentle Voice spoke to my weary heart, in an accent clear and still,

'When reality comes crashing down on your dreams, that's the day of your adversity.'

'Lord, I'm trying to be strong, but my strength is small.' I replied as more tears streamed down my face.

'Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Just hold on to me, just believe, for all things are possible to him that believeth.'

'I believe Lord, help my unbelief.' I cried again.

'Leave it here, and trust me to do what I do best. I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers of water in the desert.'

'Lord, I receive strength to wait on you. I trust you to finish that which you have begun. I trust you to make a way through the midst of this thick dark forest.

'The earth is yours and the fullness thereof, and you've promised to supply my needs according to the unlimited capacity of heaven's treasury. I believe you Lord.'

I confessed as I stood up with a new infusion of strength. I was going to hold on, and simply trust Him, after all, God's power begins where man's abilities end. I believed God had this covered.

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Two weeks later, I opened my mail, after deliberately staying away from it for as long.

I carefully went through the newsletters and bank alerts while I tried not to be disappointed. 

At some point, I began scrolling down halfheartedly, as I simultaneously surfed through the cable channels on the TV, but just as I looked down at my phone screen, my eyes caught a mail.

It was from one of my former professors who had really been helpful with providing recommendations since I began my graduate applications.

Trying to tamp down any expectations, that might result in disappointment, I opened the mail.

My eyes skipped the title and went straight to the body, it led me to a familiar link and without much ado, I was logged in, with the aid of my Google-saved login details.

It was a scholarship this same professor had introduced me to even before I got my admission, I had applied and had submitted my admission letter as soon as I got it. 

The reply had taken too long and since the info on the website said they don't send rejection messages, so if you don't hear from them, you've been rejected. I gave up on it a long time ago.

However, as I read the message on my portal, my eyes widened, my jaw dropped and I shouted so hard I thought my vocal cords would pop. The TV remote control fell off my hand as I jumped up dancing and whooping in the air.

My younger ones rushed out of their rooms with looks of sheer trepidation, but one after the other, their looks turned to curiosity when they saw my dance party.

'Big sis, you no try oo! I was scared beyond thoughts!' Keziah, one of the twins said.

Keren, her twin, also said, taking my hands in hers as she pulled me to seat.

'Oya, come and tell us what happened. You aren't one for false alarms.'

'I just got full funding for my enrollment!' I screamed.

Both my sisters screamed, like they did almost everything, together,

'What?!'

Soon I found myself in stifling and choking hugs.

Somehow, I found my way out of their embrace, and left  them to their own celebration, as I walked into my room and dropped on my knees in gratitude, and sang,

'He made a way...

When my back was against the wall,
And it felt as if it was over,
He made a way...
And I'm standing here,
Only because he made a way!'

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Men and brethren, surely, there's an end, and the expectations of the righteous shall not be cut off.

God is not a man that He should lie, neither is He a son of man, that He should repent. Has He said and shall He not do it? Has He spoken, and shall He not make it true?

When next you're weighed down, and it seems your faith is too little to hold up your dreams, remember that, God who has given the vision will make a provision for its fulfilment.

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