Nneka laid out before her father, the king. The throne-room was vast, without walls, shrouded in secrecy. The King sat on the throne, glad she visited, always wanting to hear from her. She laid on the ground, which was neither hot nor cold; it’s temperature even. It was the only way she knew and had become accustomed to taking. When problems assailed her, and unrest filled her heart, she would enter into his presence and lay face down. On other days, she still paid him visits; she knew how much he loved her company.
He smiled, loving her.
Nneka rose and knelt before him, giving him praise. She adored him for who he was to her and wept as she remembered all he did to ensure she attained the position for which he gave her life. In that vast space, she was alone before him; she could be bare. She called on her helper when she couldn’t go on and asked for support. He stood with her and assisted as she worshipped.
Nneka brought all her problems before the king. She laid them all out piece by piece. As she remembered, she spoke, asking for advice. When she finished, she laid herself before him again, knowing she would receive mercy and grace for her time of need.
He didn’t disappoint.
It was her habit to listen for instruction, as she did so, he gave guidance to face the issues of the day. He enlightened her on reasons for some problems she faced and provided wisdom for the way forward. As he spoke, Nneka’s mind traced his words to scripture verses he hid in her heart. For some, no scripture came, but she knew before whom she laid.
Nneka rose again and praised her father, thanking him for all he did. For the peace, he gave and the abundance of grace available for that day. When she thought about how merciful her father was, receiving her anytime she called, granting her audience regardless of her failures, Nneka wept again. Her father’s love and kindness would never stop overwhelming her heart.
The Nneka, who rose to get ready for the day, was not the same person who awoke from sleep, overwhelmed by life. The difference was clear. Darkness overcame the first person, and light encompassed the last. Anxiety overwhelmed the first Nneka, and the last one had the peace that passes human understanding, guarding her heart and mind.
‘He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.’ Psalms 91:1
Till next time, be transformed!!