I was walking from my dance class that afternoon and I really can’t remember what was on my mind at that point. I might have been running through the dance routine in my head or just thinking about food, who knows? But I remember the path I took. Walking through the back route to my hostel, I noticed a bunch of Crows ravaging piles of trash in the dumpster behind the dorms I walked past. Those annoying Crows, just like their brothers, the Seagulls. As much as I would love to admire them as one of God’s amazing creations, sometimes I just want to . . . Nevermind. So I kept my distance from them.
It wasn’t long after I had passed another set of crows that I heard the word:
I knew His voice.
“But these are Crows, not Ravens. These birds have white necks and bellies and Ravens do not.”
I felt like I knew enough to spot the difference between them.
Okay! There really must be something important He wanted me to know about Ravens to be saying it over and over again, like “Child, shut up and listen. RAVENS”. So I picked up my pace and hurried back to my room. Grabbing my Bible, I opened to the concordance section and checked for every verse that referenced the bird.
One of them stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah: “Leave here, turn eastward and hide in the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan. You will drink from the brook, and I have directed the ravens to supply you with food there.” So he did what the Lord had told him. He went to the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan, and stayed there. The ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning and bread and meat in the evening, and he drank from the brook.” (1 Kings 17:2-6)
But why would the Lord want me to take note of this? I was in no such state that would require birds to bring me food, things weren’t that bad. I also hadn’t planned any journey so far away I might starve on the way. But I wrote it down. Every word He speaks to me is as important as the air I breathe.
Weeks later . . .
I had just returned from a prayer meeting that evening and opened my room door to find it in a state like a bomb had been set off. Maybe my roommate had been looking frantically for something that made her turn the room upside-down, so I tried to reach her mobile but she didn’t take my call. It was then I began to notice that something didn’t quite add up. We had been burgled. I stood in the middle of my room wondering why anyone would try to steal from us. My 3-year old coin collection was gone, and it was a fair amount of money. The priceless gold chain and ‘T’ pendant my mum gave me was gone. Every dime we had, gone! There was no sign of breaking and entry so I couldn’t imagine how anyone could have pulled it off, but as my mind raced around, I heard his name in my heart.
I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it.
My roommate returned to find me in the rumble. It was when she searched for her keys and couldn’t find them that we realised how he had done it. He went to her prayer meeting, stalked her to know where she placed her bag, took her keys and came to do the unthinkable.
We both met him through a mutual friend of ours some months ago. He was a first-year student and claimed to attend the same fellowship as my roommate. So we welcomed him with open arms and he would visit us as often as he could. But after that night, we never saw him again. The security officials did nothing about it, so that was the end of the story and the start of another: TWO BROKE GIRLS!
A good number of days after the incident, I returned from lectures to find an envelope in my wardrobe. My roommate told me I had just missed a mutual friend of ours who had left it there. Tosin the Cat sprung into action, ripping the envelope apart before I died from curiosity. Within it was a decent amount of money and a note attached. Because no amount of money is as important to Tosin as a handwritten note, I put down the monetary contents and began to read. He said in the note that God had impressed upon his heart to give me a gift after he heard about what had happened to us. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. At the end of the note, he wrote a scripture reference: 1 Kings 17:2-6. Asking myself why it looked so familiar, I reached for my Bible and flipped its pages to the portion. As I read it, tears began to flow from my eyes.
At this point, my roommate became quite worried, wondering why I was crying. So I narrated to her the story of my walk from dance class one afternoon and how the Lord had used those nuisance-causing Crows to draw my attention to Ravens and how I had written down that scripture for my reference. I told her how the Lord wanted me to know that He knew our room would be burgled and we would be in need and He had it under control. How He wanted me to know that He knows the end from the beginning and no matter what comes my way, He always has my back. How He is able to provide in the most unusual ways. How He wants the workings of His hands in my life to be so obvious that I could never deny it even if I tried. How when He said He is the Father to the fatherless, He meant every word. How He wants me to stop worrying about what I will eat, or drink, or put on. How He wants me, with reckless abandon, to forget myself in His loving arms and trust in His ability to take care of me.
I cannot remember if my roommate joined in the weeping party, but knowing Emem like I do, she probably did.
In both our lives we have seen the miraculous hand of God . . . and we have never been the same since that day!
Inspired by yesterday’s Mind of Christ Bible study on Worrying and God’s Provision