THE RAIN- Ilo Unuigbe

Hello friends.
This is a particularly wonderful guest post from a mentor of mine Ilo Unuigbe who blogs at peoplewhoroll.blogspot.com.

Trust me: Her healing verses are straight from the throne of grace. Be blessed as you read.

I stared at the mirror and tears rolled down my swollen cheeks.

The image staring back at me was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. My face was disfigured in so many ways that I couldn’t reconcile the image in the mirror with the heart shaped face I had come to know as mine for the past 22years.

 

I was told it was a minor injury and I would get better in no time. But my face disagreed with everything they said, every part of my body ached and nothing made it better.

 

My body hurt and I was bruised in many places but the very thing that was broken in that accident was my heart. To be precise the heart break happened months before but that’s another one for another day. But something shattered inside of me when that car crashed, something so deep, I fear words are not enough to describe the depth. I was in so much pain and I was convinced that the pain ran deeper than my muscles and bones. It went straight to my heart.

 

I stepped away from the mirror and walked back to my bed, wiping my cheeks because I needed to be strong or at least appear to be.

 

As I lay on my bed, I had so many questions.

 “Why?”

“God. Why?”

“You love me, but why am I in so much pain?”

“Where do I go from here?”

 

I had literally lost everything.

The day before the accident that landed me in the hospital was the most humiliating day of my life. I had lost my job, without any precedence or explanation. Yes, I had little savings but the hospital bill was accumulating so fast and by my calculations if I didn’t get discharged soon, I’d be down to my last five digits soon.

With nowhere and no one to turn to, I closed my eyes and let the hot tears make a soggy mess of my pillow.

 

 

You might not understand the depth of pain in those questions, but the woman that lost her fiancé in an accident understands.

The man that lost everything in a fire understands.

The youth that has roamed the streets, jobless and hungry understands.

The mother that lost her baby after nine months of carrying that child and 23hours of painful labour understands.

The woman that was drugged and raped at her best friend’s party understands.

The child that was orphaned as a result of senseless killings understands.

 

If you understand…wait for the rain. Because when the rain comes, it washes it all away.

The mud caked shoes,

The blood stained sheets,

The broken pieces,

The pain of yesterday,

The regrets,

The tears,

The pain.

It washes it all away.

 

 

 

 

“Joel 2:23

 

So rejoice, O sons of Zion, And be glad in the LORD your God; For He has given you the early rain for your vindication And He has poured down for you the rain, The early and latter rain as before.”

 

 

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