Living under my sister’s roof and working in a shop for peanuts, she threw me out of her house. Then a rumor went home that I died. Lost, I found myself walking into the house of a stranger in Likoni. While there, I now joined Bible school, but again I was met with deeper rejection, this time from my parents, cutting me off completely. But God sent a miracle; the church stepped in for my calling. But the story took another dark turn when I was sent by pastor to live with woman from church. Behind closed doors the story was dark. In that pain, I prayed the simplest, most desperate prayer: “God… the only blessing I ask is, One day, just give me a stool and a spoon, that are mine. Then heaven answered dramatically, God revealed a sign, A seat in the sky, with a thundering voice! That voice and the seat manifested in my life many years later, when I was done and suicidal. Back to the 90s, I finished school. My father, a Reverent, reconciled with me and blessed me, placing in my hands a gift with His Own Name. He spoke words that echo into my spirit to date: “You will go to the Nations I never reached.” His voice, deeply divine!Listen to it. Feel it. Live it. Because some stories can only be discerned.#inspiration #destiny #promise #divinemysteries #suffering #calling #ministry #lifemysteries