When God Doesn’t Quench the Fire: Finding Faith and Healing Through Pain
Years back, when I lost my mum (my only parent), that very day they brought her lifeless body home, I was shocked. All I could shout was, “It’s not possible, she can’t die!” My faith was very strong, and immediately I picked up my phone and called my mentor. We started praying. I was in the same room where her corpse was laid, with the phone placed on her ear. We prayed, cried, and begged God to raise her. After all, we have examples in the Bible where God raised the dead. Yet, nothing happened. She was taken to the mortuary, and every day I kept praying and hoping that one day a miracle would happen—until the day she was buried. Right there, I lost all hope. Doubt set in, and I couldn’t pray again. Most times, when I opened my mouth to pray, the devil would whisper, “You prayed then, and yet you lost her. What’s the essence of praying now?” It was a difficult season for me—a slap to my Christian faith. Many times I asked myself, Can this be real? Why didn’t God raise her and stop...