My Life Testimony....Blog Visitor Narrative

''It's my birthday!.....Well Yesterday Friday 21,2014 was actually my birthday and i just want to share my story with you,hopefully this will glorify God and bless someone...

......... I will like to share my story on your blog Stella. Perhaps it will bless someone going through something right now.

Fourteen years ago, on my 21st birthday, my mum told me to get ready that she was going to take me somewhere. I was curious and asked where but she said when we get there I will know. We set out and it was to a maternity home/clinic in a small town somewhere in Kwara State. When we got there, my mum asked to see "mummy matron" as I sat anxiously waiting and wondering who is "mummy matron" and what this is all about.

After a few minutes, an old woman came out and my mum knelt down and greeted her. I immediately did the same. She welcomed us and asked where we came from. My mum told her and she invited us into her little office. The whole clinic was just about 5 rooms. Once in her office, my mum asked her if she recognized her and the matron said no. My mum introduced herself and went on to narrate her story.

My mother's story:

"About 22 years ago, my husband and I were living in this town. My husband was the store keeper at the factory that used to be down this road and we had 3 little girls. They were all below 4 years old when I got pregnant again. I came to your clinic because I wanted to have an abortion. I was embarrassed at the thought of being pregnant again. It was like I was giving birth every year. My eldest daughter wasn't even 4 and I was pregnant with a fourth child. My husband and I were barely surviving with his salary as a store keeper and we couldn't afford a fourth child right now. You listened to all the reasons I had not to keep the pregnancy and you encouraged me to keep it. You said you understood everything I have said but that I still needed to keep my baby. You refused to do the abortion and told me that God that gave us the child will give us a means to care for it. I left the clinic and with your encouragement had a different mind set and I didn't go to another hospital. I had my baby, another girl. My fourth girl and here she is today. She is 21 years old today and she has been a blessing every day of her life."

I was shocked. Mummy matron didn't remember the incidence. It was all so long ago. I knew I was born in that town but I never heard this story. The matron was in tears and so was my mum and I. She knelt down, and she prayed and we all gave glory to God. 

I never stop imagining what would have happened if the matron had gone on with the abortion that day. Perhaps I wouldnt be alive writing this, guess I'll never know. It will always remain one of those "what if".

I could tell that the happiest person in that room that day wasn't my mother, who was happy to see her child celebrate her twenty first birthday, it wasn't me, who was glad to be alive not wondering "what if" but, it was mummy matron. Who was delighted at been recognized for the good she did. Who was happy that God used her as a vessel unto honour and that in her lifetime she witnessed the glory. 

My mother and I left mummy matron with a fat envelope to appreciate her and on the way home, we sat quitely through the ride, each of us consumed by her own thoughts.

Am sharing this story today, for a few reasons:

1. To give glory to God for seeing another year. From that little town in Kwara State where i was born, I know how far He has brought me. Today, am married with my own family now and I will always remember the revelations on my 21st birthday and bless God  for mummy matron.

2. If someone did something good for you, take the time to appreciate the person. I don't know if mummy matron is still alive but I know she was very happy to have lived to witness that day. As we left the clinic that day, I remember feeling a special gratitude to my mum for letting me know the story and a greater love for her for not forgetting the person God used to make her joy complete. Perhaps mummy matron was just doing her job that day, but God used her to save a soul and am happy my mother took out time to go back to that little town to let her know and to show her appreciation.

3. Perhaps you are at that point of giving up like my mum was that day, please don't. God doesn't always speak to us in our dreams or in our prayers. Sometimes, he uses people around us or far away. When you are at a crossroad don't be too set in your way. My mother could have gone to another hospital and gotten another doctor.

Bless God!