How could I forget?

How could I possibly forget it? In just one split second of panic, I forgot the covenant I have with God. As I was dressing up this morning for work, I heard my mom scream my name, and my dad’s name. I quickly rushed to her room and upon enquiry she explained that neighbors had been trying to get to my dad but he is locked up in he house and refused to pick his calls. My dad lives in Abuja. He works there so he shares an apartment with his younger brother. Apparently, he had an appointment for 8 am and when his colleague came to pick him up for it, his door was locked and he could not be reached. The neighbors called my mom immediately, now the reason I don’t know ’cause in case of any tragedy, the immediate family is usaully the last to know especially the wife. Well in this case, my mom was called and told that the door would be broken down.

When I heard all these, different images flashed through my mind. I remembered a story I read in the papers of a whole family of 6 that was wiped out because of a generate set that was put in the house minutes after it was off.  The fumes from the set killed them all. I imagined it was food poisoning from their dinner and they had both died in their sleep. Pips, I imagined all sorts of things. I burst into tears and ran out of the house then ran back to get my phone and outside again, all the while thinking who will walk me down the aisle? Who will hold my mom’s hands when we the children all marry and leave the house? Who will talk sense into my  brothers and I when we stress my mom like we always do? Who will I go to for fatherly advice and be sure the person will give it truthfully and lovingly no matter how disappointing the issue? I just kept crying, then I remembered my boss, the one I was still making wedding plans with just the day before and realized my dad can’t just die like that. He must be there for me till the end. I remembered that I have a covenant with God that I shall not hear any bad news pertaining my family and friends, I remembered that His goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and that at the end of today I would have a good report because it is the day that the lord had made.

Quickly I dialed my boss and mentor and told him what was happening but that my faith wasn’t strong enough so he should join his with mine that they will not find my dad’s dead body in the house upon breaking the door. After waiting for what seemed like years, my mom’s phone rang and it was my dad on the phone, my mom picked it and started shouting and raking for my dad for making her go through such trauma,  at that point I collected the phone and unbelievably calmly I asked him what happened. He explained saying he’d been up working till 2 am( I know that much, he is on a panel investigating a fraud so he works late) was fagged out, overslept and did not hear his phone ring. Asking of my uncle’s, he said his phone was left in the sitting room and did not hear it ring also. I was so relieved and tears kept streaming down my face.

I cried not only because of the thought of loosing my dad but also because I failed God. How could I think that at this hour He would just let my dad die after every thing we(God & 1) had talked about. I am so grateful my dad is still alive and really sorry to God that I forgot His plans for me…that they are of good and not of evil…

God I am so sorry.