December 21st 2018 was the date that God had previously given me as the beginning of my new life. He had given me time to mourn my old life, knowing what a nostalgic coward I was.
I was in Tanzania at that time, spending time with Maliki. That night, I woke up being drawn to the window, someone, something was there. For me. I could feel it, I knew it was there. I looked but I didn’t see it.
The next morning, they told me that a lion was on our premises. I immediately knew that this lion was sent by God. At first, I thought He was simply telling me to be brave and courageous, like a lion, for this new life He has set out for me.
It was 10 days later, January first. I had plans to go to the market, but God has other plans. I could hear music playing, not far away. I thought people were still celebrating. As I left my home, turning right towards the market, my body turned left following the music. I found myself at the steps of a small rickety wooden church. I’ve been to many ashrams, temples, mosques, retreats, holy sites but nothing comes close that what took me over that day.
His love, His grace, almost knocking me to the floor…
I now understand that the lion meant lion of Judah.
Jesus is the Lion of Judah.
A few days later, alone in my room in Dar Es Salaam, the night before my flight back to SL. I said OK. I called out to God, and literally said ‘ok, let’s try this Jesus thing.’
Forgive me for such bad wording.
Immediately. At that exact moment. the attacks began.
They were not happy.