This is so random, I found a message I sent to Namdi a while ago. I have to say here that I actually have THE most amazing friends. Like for the longest time, Namdi and I weren’t even on the same page in terms of faith and religion, yet I never felt weird about sharing any potentially spooky religious experiences I had because well, for one thing he always listens to me intently as if I am saying something formidably clever (I’m not), and perhaps more importantly, because he understands that in sharing my faith with him I don’t necessarily mean to coerce him into a relationship with God; I understand that in due time, when he is truly thirsty, God will meet him halfway. I think my system of evangelism is in trying to be the best version of myself, you know just more like God (Public Service Announcement; It. Is. Hard). I just always hope that in seeing how happy, peaceful and confident I am in God’s love, with the understanding, support and encouragement of true friendship, people can come to a curiosity and thirst for God much faster than hitting them over the head with judgment and promises of fire and brimstone.

Anyways, preamble aside, I messaged Namdi the other day;

“There are some testimonies that seem so tiny that anyone listening probably doubts they’ve achieved 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, yet again, as we’d had a discussion recently on signs v. coincidences, it made sense 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.
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 Sokan 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.”

Namdi agreed.

You know that Israel and New Breed song, Friend of God, that goes:

“Who am I that you are mindful of me? That you hear me, when I call? Is it true that you are thinking of me?…” It always resonates with me because I think it is really surprising to imagine that God doesn’t sleep or eat, for thinking about me; my worries become His dilemmas, my victories, He celebrates…” Kind of creepy. Yet, intensely, incredibly cool.