Blessings Held Up in the Branches of the Trees

The Lord hath promised, to make provisions for me. Still didn’t have anyone to accommodate me on my journey in Canada. I’d two inviters which had a little rigmaroles attached, but there wasn’t any urge. Without a doubt, I knew I’d to leave, thought there was a problem on my side but there wasn’t. My complaint was always, “I don’t have anyone to accommodate me there. “Hannah often times, reminded me about Abraham. Honestly, she was getting at me about the life of Abraham; but I knew that was for my own strength.

About two weeks before my trip, Hannah had met Mr. Joe at her workplace. He’s an aged man who related to her, that he was on his vacation out of Toronto. Hannah wanted to get my consent, for her to seek his permission, to accommodate me in Canada. I told her no, since we didn’t know anything about that stranger. One day Tanya and I went to visit Hannah at her workplace. Before entering, we’ve seen a gentleman who was engaged in a conversation with her, so we went for a dessert. Thereafter; we entered the store, when we’d a clear view of him. Hannah briefly made an introduction of us and in five minutes, he left. He’d visited to tell her goodbye, since his departure would have been the following day. Hannah called Mr. Joe while he was in Canada, and enquired of him if he could’ve allowed me to stay at his place. Mr. Joe was kind enough and didn’t hesitate none bit.

The following Sunday I’d invited Hannah at my church, which was my final day before my departure. That day Bishop Simpson had called me up for prayer. During the prayer, he gave me a prophetic word. “God says to tell you, that concern you’re struggling with, he says yes, go ahead.” Hannah cried tears of joy and worshiped her savior. She’d experienced the manifestation of God’s power, and how he used Bishop Simpson in such a subtle way. At the conclusion of the service, Hannah and I were contemplating what the Lord says, yes about. Right away both of us equally called out Mr. Joe’s name. I got the clearance and that aspect was settled.

The day finally arrived, when my journey had begun. When I got to the airport and was traveling on the escalator, I literally cried. I’d to leave my daughter and family, additionally, given up all I possess. My last lap to board the flight, I dragged myself, I wanted to return home. Then again, I ask God why me? One agent enquired what was wrong with me; I told her she wouldn’t have understood my unexplainable story.

Whilst travelling on the airplane, I was in contact with Jesus who’d given me a vision; he was there with me all the way. Finally, I arrived in Toronto which would have been my first visit. Even though I’d only glimpsed Mr. Joe for a few minutes, I didn’t have any problem to identify him. Thereafter; he’d taken me for a special dinner and then we went home.

When we arrived at his residence, I observed that his apartment had an emergency number. Straightway; that number reminded me, that there was an emergency call on my life. Mr. Joe, who’d never known me before, had treated me as if I was his biological family. I wasn’t scared to have settled, in the home of a stranger. The Lord had already spoken through the prophets, that I shouldn’t worry about anything. Couple days afterward; my friend Jason came and visited me. He was pleased to know that I was comfortable. He then made his observations and asked, “how comes you are so lucky?” With an enlightened face, he uttered, “This must be God!” I then used that avenue and briefly shared my testimony with him. During the time spent, I was treated with great respect by Mr. Joe. He was always there for me, and he also commended me, that in all my conversations with my friends, the Lord was our main subject. Once he was available, he was willing to be my chauffeur. The treatment was excellent, one morning he was about to leave the house for work. He called me as customary, to let me know he was leaving. Unplanned, I answered, “yes daddy.” I was surprised at myself. My biological father had died long ago, and so I felt as if he was the representative of my father figure.

In my down times, Mr. Joe always encouraged me to hang in there. I really appreciated his generosity and how he became a contributing factor to my journey. At his home nothing was hidden from me, I’d my freedom of movements. One afternoon he returned from work and uttered, “People have to learn to trust each other.” He’s so right, in this generation; we’re frightened of allowing strangers in our homes. Each time he went for shopping, he bought a pack of soap for my shower. He also bought special pastries and occasionally, he took me out to the most beautiful dining place for dinner. That was definitely the will of my father and I know that those prophetic words, that were spoken over my life were precise. The honor belongs to God himself.

My first assignment in Toronto was on a cold morning. Mr. Joe and I went to China Town, where he’d conducted business. I strolled around the area, while he was yet occupied. There I pounced upon an old lady, whom I wanted to share the love of Jesus with. Her personality appeared to have been somewhat grumpy. I wasn’t quick to approach her; I hope she’d started a conversation with me.

Shortly afterward, there was an obstruction in the streets with two motorists. In making her assumptions, she’d referred to me, I was delighted. With that approach, I enquired about the church she attends.