UNSHAKEN FAITH.

PHASE TWO: (The reassurance)

I was not going to talk, I decided.  I was still shocked at what I saw earlier on.

I stared out the window and tried to sweep my mind clean of thoughts. It wasn't easy, but I tried, I tried to sweep my mind off it all.

"Is it hot for you?" My mum asked cheerfully from the driver's seat. "Do you want me to put the air on Brit?"

I shook my head and burrowed deeper into my silence.

She waited a few minutes and tried again.
"Not much traffic this afternoon."

It wasn't a question, so I just nodded in agreement.

"You said you saw a man standing beside a car, you sure about that Brit? Cause I didn't see anything honey."

I let a second or two slides by and responded. "I know what I saw mum, he stood there, he had love in his eyes, he looked like he wanted to tell me something," I said sharply.

"Hmmm. What did he want to tell you? Who is he? Hmm." And again, it wasn't a question.

"I hope to see him again," I mumbled.

Stared out the window to let her know the conversation was over, but she was not going to let up.

"We will be visiting your dad tomorrow Brit, alongside the pastors, and some other members of our church to pray for him."

"Okay, mum," I replied softly.

Just then. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. I was still battling with the thought of my father being dead.

"Mum, you said he's not dead but sleeping. Why did you say that?"

I turned to her. Staring undauntedly.

"Because I know he's not dead Brit. While I was praying earlier in the hospital, God told me that it wasn't over. He told me that he will not die."

"God told you that? Why didn't he tell me too? Why didn't he let me know all these things mum? I thought I'm his child." I pressed.

"No, no, no, Brit. God speaks to his children every day. He lets his children in on what he's doing because we are his kids. And you are his child Brit. It's just that sometimes when we let fear and worry cloud our minds, we become blind to see what God is doing, and deaf to hear what he is saying at that particular time. You see God is good Brit, he will never let us down. He knows what he's doing. To the doctors, he's dead, but to us, he's not."

She said softly, as she placed her hand on mine. Rubbing it gently.

"So, that means Dad is going to come back to life? Right?"

I said, excitedly.

"Yes, Brit. Tears rolling down her cheeks. " God is not done yet! He hasn't said it's over yet! That's a reassurance!" She burst into laughter. "Whooooooosh! Glorrrrrrrrrrrrrrayyyyyyy!" God is working behind the scene! Glorrrrayyy!.

I didn't know when I was infected with her joy.

"Glorrrrrayyyyyy! Joyyyyyy! Joy! God is working behind the scene!"

We couldn't help but burst into laughter.

We felt joy unspeakable. Slowly, my worries were turning into praises.

"I trust in you, I'll not be shaken! I'll look to you, I'll never be moved!".

I shook my head, as I sang on.

My mum joined.

With one voice, we sang the song cheerfully.

We sang our way into victory, victory over the enemy. He had lost already. And it was time to say goodbye to fear and death.