THE MELODY IN SNORING

Hi Steemians, how are you folks today ? For me , I'm waxing more noteworthy and more grounded than any time in recent memory. The day has scarcely started however for me , goodness yes, it has. I couldn't hold up to share this experience with all of you , to such an extent that i woke up this early(4am) to compose this .

Some may ponder what such funny title conveys 😏...buh like we as a whole know , "never judge a book by its cover". In this manner, get a pack of popcorn, a container of wine and sit back, unwind and let me take you on this tour down memory lane.😎

So at last, i travelled with my dad to Enugu state in Nigeria, today and we were held up in a hotel leaving us no decision than to pass the night in same bed. This felt truly odd to me as i had , since i became a teenager , not laid down with dad on same bed, thusly I felt somewhat awkward . Point is; my father doesn't sleep.He prays half into the night and tries to rest from around 3/4am and prolly awakens by 6am. This time i was fortunate to watch dad sleep . Simply a few minutes, the assumed dread began; the wheezing was not so boisterous but rather twas sufficiently noisy to wake me up.

Presently here's the point, i would rather not hear individuals wheeze however this time around, not cos it's dad in question , it felt like a melody. It felt great to hear him wheeze, you know why ? Cos at this point , I prolly would have wished he remained longer , so i could hear him wheeze.

At some point around May/June 2017, i can recall i was sitting for my first semester examination around then, i got a call from home revealing dad was very very very sick and couldn't talk. Twas that bad.I went all 😲😳, i became short of words, my heartbeat delayed for a minute, my feet went chilly, my appendages went solid, it felt like blood in my vein got solidified, I didn't know what to say at that point but unlike me , i got back to me and remembered that I partnered in church to make the ill, whole again and my mum wasn't disheartened at all so she helped me feel alright when she said he'd be fine regardless. Be that as it may, truth be told, I couldn't focus on my examinations any longer, Doziem was the "bestest" at that point, he remained by me, he ensured I wasn't thinking excessively, he empowered me with words what not. I know individuals have issues with "Nigerian Pastors" yet my pastor assumed a part in making me solid, he made me consider back things the book of scriptures says in regards to the honorable, how faith wins constantly and the amount i have been intense in my organization in church , and after that he helped me to remember that i am so valuable to God that he won't let me be troubled for a minute. So i continued praying , however each time i called, twas nothing positive. So one of the days when i called once more, I asked for that i heard his voice, i later wished I didn't. Long and short of the discussion was " Onyekachukwu, i am exceptionally wiped out". I burst into tears and couldn't control it. I called Doziem very quickly, he attempted to calm me down , i endeavored to calm myself down, and afterward I at long last needed to assemble myself since i was outside. Simply at that point, a friend of mine Dr. Ubong called, i let him know everything that had happened, he came, picked me up from where i was and took me on a long ride i sobbed and slept off and when i at long last woke up , still On the road, He started to converse with me, at that point all i needed was to see my father , he prompted that I figured out how to complete my exams, and afterward backpedal home.

This i did, Still praying yet really wanted to see dad. I needed to trust he won't kick the bucket , so I simply constrained myself never to think about that. I didn't quit partnering with the healing school especially, my faith even grew stronger . He started to show signs of improvement, as i can recall , my home was turned into a prayer house at that point

Now, some may say , why wasn't taken to a hospital? Goodness yes he was, and nothing , i mean nothing was diagnosed . He ran a few tests, cancer and lot more and nothing was diagnosed ; so all we were left with was God's perfect intercession, and my faith of cos. End of the story was he survived! Be that as it may, when i heard the day by day dramatizations father acted ehnnn, twasn't amusing. How one night he set down like he had kicked the bucket and they needed to begin calling his name while others prayed, and before long he returned to this realm again. When he saw me and my younger sibling , he was so cheerful and he grasped us and from that day he turned out to be fine and later began the African father wahala once more. Be that as it may, this time, nobody griped , rather we were even upbeat he could begin that his wahala.

So now, wheezing was melody for me. Actually, when he halted, my heart skipped. Until the point when he at last gave a loud sigh and i could now hear the sound of his breath, i ended up noticeably diminished and even craved saying "could you please proceed with the melody "?

THE END

LESSON 1; FAITH ALWAYS WORKS

LESSON 2: FAITH WORKS

LESSON 3 : IF IT DIDN'T WORK, IT WASN'T FAITH , BECAUSE FAITH ALWAYS WORKS.

Have a superb week!
Happy Sunday Steemians