On the 9th of January 2013 I was supposed to go for job training. However, on the 8th of January my manager called me into his office to tell me that I have to stop work until my contract is clearly sorted out; so, I lost the job. I spoke to other managers but to no avail.
In July 2013, I got a new job, which came miraculously without submitting my CV or an application. On Thursday, 17th of September 2015, I lost my job. A week before then I heard it clearly to praise and thank God in other tongues for my new job. I told my prayer partner, which we did for at least thirty minutes everyday throughout the week. On Sunday, 20th September 2015, Pastor Nkechi Ene said, “You may have been given a sack letter, just raise it up and give God praise.” I brought the letter out because it was still in my jotter, and waved it around and gave God thanks. The company dropped about seventy percent of its workforce due to the drop in oil price.
On the 28th of October 2015 the General Manager of the company, which laid me off called me to ask if I was in town to handle a project for the company, and I said yes. I met with him and we agreed how much was to be paid daily. One week after I resumed the project, I came for a Thursday service, and after church I saw a missed call in my phone. It was a manager from the company, which laid me off on the 8th of January 2013. I called him back and he asked me if I was available to come to the office the next day. Of course, my response was yes. I went to the office and we spoke. On Thursday 12th November 2015 I resumed my new job. Just like that. I worked for two (2) weeks on the other project I was handling and the pay I received was almost the same amount I was paid monthly while I was in active service with them.
My house rent expired 1st of September 2015 but then I told my landlord I was not going to renew the rent because I will be moving to a bigger and better apartment. He called me and said we needed to talk. We had a chat and he advised me to take my time to look for a good apartment and he said I should make sure the landlord is a good person. Then he said no matter how long you stay while looking for the apartment, all I want from you is one month’s rent. I started the search but the money I had was not enough. While I was searching and trusting God for the complete money and a nice place, I held on to Isaiah 50:7, “For the Lord God will help me; therefore shall I not be confounded; therefore have I set my face like a flint and I know that I shall not be ashamed.” My landlord asked me when I was leaving and I gave him a date believing that I would get the money and the apartment before the set date. Some days before the set date, after seeing and checking out some apartments, I was tired and was getting frustrated.
On a particular day, on my way home, tired after looking at all kinds of apartments, an agent walked up to me and said that he heard I was looking for an apartment; I answered yes. He took me to an apartment, and there was a tenant in the apartment that said he was ready to move if I could pay him the remaining rent. The apartment was exactly what I wanted. I met with the caretaker and the tenant and I paid for the remaining months and the tenant moved out two days later. To God be the glory I moved in with extra cash.
Later on, when it was time to pay for the new rent, I knew it was going to be another faith adventure, so the question was, “What scripture are you holding onto?” I meditated on the Word of God, and I saw Isaiah 41:10-15. I started confessing those words. When it was time to pay the rent, I asked the landlord to give me up until Friday of that week to pay off the rent. Funny enough, the money wasn’t available physically then.
On Friday, the day I was supposed to pay, all I had was twenty thousand naira only. At about 9:30 a.m. my brother called to ask if I had paid the rent, I said no. He asked me how much I had, and I told him the amount of money I had at hand. He said, “Okay.” At about 11:50 a.m., he called me to say that he has sent some money to my account, which was forty percent of what I needed. I was grateful and I thanked him.
At about 1:00 p.m., my supervisor walked into my office and handed me a brown envelope and said that it was from the staff of the department, with their condolences on the loss of my mother earlier that year. When I opened the envelope it was about forty-five percent of what I needed. At 4:30 p.m. my supervisor called me to come to the Manager’s Office. When I got there she handed me some more money again.
To God be the glory I paid my rent that evening when I got home. Indeed it’s our year of The Manifested Word. Which rhema word are you holding onto?