“Don’t take him, Lord. Please don’t take him. Don’t let it be his last day. There’s still so much we need to do. Please!”
Sade knelt by the hospital bed and held John’s hand. His eyes were shut, his body was cold but his chest rose and dropped intermittently to show he was still alive.
Sade: Doctor! Please tell me he will be fine. I can’t take this. This was not part of the plan! Doctor, say something.
Doctor: Ma, we are trying our very best. Your husband’s vital signs are getting better, but we are not certain if or when he will be back to full consciousness. But you can be sure we will keep trying our best.
S: Ha! John! Ife mi! My love. Please wake up. This was not what we planned. Our baby is just four, Doctor. She’s just four! Four months old. I don’t want her to grow up without a father. Jesus! Have mercy.
D: Sorry, madam. We will keep trying our best. Please you need to rest. This is the third day since the accident and you have not left this place despite the pleas from everyone. You need the rest. Your daughter needs you to be strong for her.
S: You all don’t get it. Where do I want to start from? John is not just my husband, he is my best friend. He has been for six years now. Does any of you know how it feels to watch the person you love the most lie lifeless while you are unable to help? Doctor, do you!?
D: Sorry madam.
S: Do you know what it means to open the eyes that looked into your soul and gave you joy and see nothing but darkness? Do you?!!!
D: I’m sorry, ma. We will keep trying our best. The nurses will be here to check his vitals again. If you need to pick anything at home, kindly let me know. We will make arrangements to get it for you.
S: Thank you sir. God bless you.
Noon turned to night. The noise of men faded away and the room where Sade and John were became quiet, save for the beeps of machines and the fading noise from the television in the reception.
With nothing else to do and no where else to run to, Sade got on her knees and prayed.
Lord, please have mercy on me. I need this man to come around. I can’t do this on my own. Help, Lord Jesus. He can’t die like this. He can’t. Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me.
Ire: …and so we pray for ailing friends and loved ones. We pray for families that are dying. We speak to businesses that are about to fold up. We lift up our voices concerning dreams that are becoming nightmares.
We ask that God, the giver of life, will speak life to them. The One who breathe the breath of life into Adam’s nostrils will give life to them. Limbs will receive life. The love that has been extinguished will be reignited. Sales that have dwindled will be accelerated. What seems impossible will become possible. In the name of Jesus.
“I prophesied just as I’d been commanded. As I prophesied, there was a sound and, oh, rustling! The bones moved and came together, bone to bone. I kept watching. Sinews formed, then muscles on the bones, then skin stretched over them. But they had no breath in them.
So I prophesied, just as he commanded me. The breath entered them and they came alive! They stood up on their feet, a huge army.”
Ezekiel 37:7-8, 10
It was 1:56am when Sade suddenly felt a strong grip on her hands. It was John.
We fight best on our knees as Christians.
Thank you Akinsola for this powerful write up.
Yes we do! Thank you Benedicta. Have a wonderful week!