I looked into the sky and I am almost certain that I saw God that day. Then, it was as if someone spoke to the waters, telling it to take me back to shore. The waters obeyed and slowly brought me back to the shore.
I met Jesus on Valentine’s Day. It happened On February 14, 2009. I was in Lagos at the time and had gone to the beach with a few friends to celebrate the day. In those days, we lived rather carelessly.
At some point, amidst all the fun, I started to play with the waves of the water. I was not familiar with the behavior of the body of water at the beach, but, as I played with the waves, I began to enjoy it. Those waves came in different periods and motions.
I’m a good swimmer, so I didn’t think that anything bad could happen. I was wrong.
While still having fun in the body of water, one wave had gone behind me and another boisterous one followed. I had this desire to dive into it, and I did. I had no idea the wave carried a huge rock with it. So when I dived into the wave, the rock was the first thing I hit. Immediately, my left arm got fractured and the water rolled me over. Sand and saltwater entered into my eyes, ears, everywhere. The waves crashed into each other, took me deep into the water and whisked me away. I began struggling to save myself, all to no avail.
By the time I was able to bring my head out of the water, I had been taken me so far into it that in the distance, I could see people putting their hands on their heads – a sign of hopelessness and helplessness. Something clearly told me that I was going to die in that moment, so, I said my ‘last’ prayers, and then started to ‘negotiate’ with God. I told Him that if He spared me, I would live for Him.
I used to be a singer, well I still am; I am also a visual artist. So in a bid to save myself, I told Him I’d quit singing all the bad songs I sang. I told Him I’d change them into gospel songs. I just kept pleading with Him and making commitments in a bid to be kept alive. I didn’t see any other way out of this.
Eventually, I looked into the sky and I am almost certain that I saw God that day. Then, it was as if someone spoke to the waters, telling it to take me back to shore. The waters obeyed and slowly brought me back to the shore.
On getting there, I found that my friends had started crying. Apparently, one person had attempted to save me, but when he saw how far the waters had taken me, he withdrew.
Throughout that year 2009, that hand remained fractured but that experience never left me. It was a turning point for me.
For some reason, I got fed up with the life I was living; it no longer interested me. It was like something snapped. I just wanted to be different. That was the year I started singing songs that directly glorified Jesus, just like I had promised. Today, I have no regrets.
God Spoke To The Waters And They Brought Me Back – Omola
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