The place I once found solace now gives me heartache.
It all started with greetings and admiration from afar. Our general overseer is a prophet who we usually call “Prophet Sir.” His wife, our mummy G.O., we call prophetess Ma.
She was someone you would meet once and stare at twice. She had this beauty that was clean and subtle. She dressed elegantly and classily.
Prophetess Ma would give you a prophecy, and you should be sure it will happen. People would usually say she was the one called, but her call rubbed off on her husband to become a prophet. I do not know how possible this is, but I have seen the power of God move when Prophet Sir preaches. I would gladly call him a teacher and not a prophet. Who knows why he concludes that people are calling him a prophet? Probably because people love prophecies.
What drew me to Prophetess Ma was the way she dresses. I had admired her from afar and had no restraint to comment on her outfit once service ended. And she noticed; she noticed me. She agreed for me to help her with her bag to the car. That was the first time, and then the week after. Till became a regular routine for me.
I became her personal assistant; anyone who wants to contact her will have to pass through me. I was at her beck and call. Then I started living in her house. That was when I saw the real Prophetess Ma. She never wore any outfit twice; her room was the size of my whole house, but it was more of a pigsty. When we were outside, she would treat me well, but in her home she would shout at me and call me names. I would wonder if she had a personality disorder. Prophet Sir was rarely at home, but when he was, she was always calm and loving.
I would say I poured myself into being a good personal assistant for four good years, all in the name of “I was working for God.”
My mother would call me to talk to me about furthering my studies, but I would not listen. She thought I was bewitched. All the four years I was meant to use at the university, I ended up using to serve Prophetess Ma. I was devoted to her, and if I tried to speak to her about my studies, she would come up with some issues I needed to attend to and waive it.
In my fourth year with her, she informed me that they were relocating abroad and that I needed to leave her house.
I felt so heart broken, no compensation for the years, no salaries. Just take this 5k and buy something were her usual way. I didn’t mind because I thought i was working for God’s servant.
Looking back, I have learned that not everyone who stands on the altar truly stands before God. I used to believe that serving a prophet was the same as serving God because they are one’s covering.
I have learned that admiration, if not guided by wisdom, can become bondage. What began as respect slowly turned into blind devotion. I gave four years of my youth to please a woman who was never satisfied, forgetting that my true purpose was not in her shadow but in God’s light.
Service to God should not steal your peace, silence your dreams, or shrink your future. When it begins to cost you your voice, your growth, or your education, it is no longer service; it is slavery disguised as loyalty.
Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth. 3 John 1 : 2
I now understand that even those who lead us to God are still human. They can fail, they can fall, and they can hurt others without even knowing it. That is why our eyes must stay fixed on God, not man.
Most of all, I have learned that nothing is truly wasted in God’s hands. Those four years, though painful, taught me discernment. They built a strength I never knew I had and a wisdom I could never have gained from books.
The place that once gave me heartache has now given me insight. And though I walked away wounded, I also walked away wiser . No longer searching for God through people, but finding Him within me.
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