There are some testimonies that seem so tiny that anyone listening probably doubts they have the mettle to warrant the grand title of ‘Testimony’. But I don’t believe in that, but because I know that many do, I wasn’t sure that I should share. But ‘..its my party I can do what I want to’.

So Tuesday was a really bad day at work and a difficult day all round not least because something I thought was a clear “go ahead” from God turned out to be more grey area than clear sign. With all the heat at work plus a few things not aligning the way I’d hoped, I was really displeased with the entire day and unhappy with a sizeable number of people, but far more annoyed at God. Typical Wendelyn, Lol.

So driving home from work I was really upset and started praying in the car (actually more telling God off in annoyance, than praying to be honest). My main point of contention was this, “You never listen to me. It’s as though my prayers don’t even get to you or you just don’t hear me when I speak” After asking God to please leave me alone to sulk in peace, lol, I said to myself, “…you know what I’d really like? I’d like for one of my far away friends like Yewande who I love but don’t speak to often, someone who is detached from my situation but is a great ‘encourager’, to get in touch because it would be nice to talk to someone.”

I get home, drop my stuff, pick up my phone and what do I see?

Whatsapp message:

Yewande’siphone: Wendi, how are you?

For a God who doesn’t listen, that’s pretty awesome.