Weeks came and went by.
Tricia was devastated by the whole issue.
Who could have been so heartless to do this to her?
She had been faithful at her duty post and she related well with her colleagues.
She couldn’t remember having a quarrel with anyone and they all seemed to like her so what could be wrong?
So many questions popped up in her mind but the puzzle remained unsolved.
She kept crying day and night.
Her husband did all he could to console and encourage her.
“Tricia, you need to stop doing this to yourself for your sake and the sake of our baby” he said one night.
“Oh! So all you’re concerned about is the baby?”
“No Tricia. Stop thinking that way. You know I care much more about you.”
“Why haven’t you thought of a way out of this then?”
“A way out? Ermm… The only way out is God.”
“God you said Nath. God? Tell me, how many times have you talked to God about this?”
“Ermm… Tricia, I try in the little way I can. You know I’ve been very busy but I try.”
Nina wiped her tears with the back of her palm and sat beside her husband on the bed.
She threw her head back and looked lost in thoughts.
She eventually spoke…calmly
“Did you say busy? I think I’m seeing something Nath. We seem to have been too busy, so busy that our inner ears have been blocked and we can no longer hear God clearly. The good life we now have seem to have taken us far away from God.”
“Uhmm… Not exactly Tricia. At least we say our prayers in the morning and at night. God gave you the job and gave me my new position at work so I think he understands.” Her husband tried to explain too.
For the first time in days, Tricia gave out a hearty laugh.
Nath began to smile thinking she got his point.
Then slowly, her laughter turned into sobs and then loud wailing.
“Nath, stop deceiving yourself. We’re disconnected! It’s difficult for us to discern what’s wrong” she said amidst tears.
He stopped smiling and began to scratch his head.
Suddenly, Tricia felt a sharp pain in her tummy.
“My tummy!” she screamed. “I think the baby is coming.”
He stood sharply, moving up and down in a confused way.
“Oh… Ok. Let me get the car keys.” he said eventually as he helped her up.
At the hospital, all hands were on deck to ensure that Tricia had a safe delivery.
Nath was at the hospital lounge pacing to and fro and at intervals he would mutter the words:
“Mercy Lord, Mercy.”
Few minutes later, the doctor in charge was with Nath in the hospital lounge.
“Doctor how is she?”
“We have a little issue right now. Your wife would have to undergo a Caesarean section.”
“A what?” he cried out, holding the doctor’s hand.
“We’ve got limited time. All I need you to do now is sign some papers and we move on quickly.”
He nodded in total surrender.
Tricia was soon wheeled into the theatre and after about an hour the battle was over…
… but not without a loss!
“Mr Daniels I’m so sorry, we lost the baby.”
“And my wife?”
For weeks, Tricia couldn’t get over the shock. Everyone close to her had been around to console her but she was inconsolable.
She kept asking the why questions to which no answers came.
Nath wasn’t left out in the confusion.
The fraud mess was still unsettled, yet the family was hit by another hard blow.
Nath began to think seriously. He remembered all the promises God made to them for the year.
He started recounting them.
He remembered Tricia’s statement about being disconnected.
He thought she was right but couldn’t fix it.
At a point something struck him. He remembered the pastor had said something after he declared God’s promises to them at the beginning of the year.
The pastor’s voice replayed in His head.
“Don’t give the enemy a foothold in your life, lest he turns it into a stronghold.”
He couldn’t pick anything out of those words at the instant.
He thought of what to do….
…to no avail!
* * *
Did Nath figure it? Did he find reasons for their problems?
Will there be a way out?
It continues still…(Please leave a comment behind)
Author: Oluwatoosin Oladejo
I am Oluwatoosin, a child of God. That’s the most important fact about me.
I am a Graduate of Chemistry from Nigeria’s premier University, the University of Ibadan. I love to sing and write songs. I also love to write poems. I love sewing and cake crafts too. In short I’m an embodiment of the arts and a big fan of creativity!
I love to write anything that will make you know that the essence of your whole life is to worship the Creator. Hey, wait! I’m not saying you have to spend all of your life singing worship songs or just lifting your physical hands to the heavens. If you think that’s all about worship, you’re wrong. It’s about your whole life, your everyday ordinary life, being pleasurable to God-your walking about, eating, sleeping, talking, relating with people, carrying out your daily duties- everything!