One Saturday morning I was chatting with my parents on Skype
and they had a new name for me, “Miracle Child” This was rather interesting and
they informed me they had a compelling and powerful story to tell me, which
illustrates the love of our Heavenly Father.
It was the early 80’s in Uganda. There was a lot of
insecurity and soldiers would go on rampage. They would invade homes and steal goods. This
kind of climate caused a lot of unrest in the nation and fear enveloped homes.
My mom was in the kitchen and she heard someone turn the door
knob of the front door. She glanced at the door wondering who that could be.
She then looked at a cracked window and saw a gun muzzle sticking through the window.
There were soldiers around the house. My siblings were in a state of confusion
and fear crept the atmosphere.
Hurriedly, my mum went to tell my dad what was at hand. My
dad instantly rushed out of the shower. He put on clothes and proceeded to the
kitchen with no time to waste, still wet with some water from his shower. My
dad scanned the situation and knew these were government soldiers. He knew the
common practice of soldiers invading innocent homes during those turbulent
times.
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| God's protection. He calms the storm |
One of the soldiers shouted, “Open the door or will blow up
the house!” My dad immediately decided
to open the door because he was firmly aware that another house was blown up
nearby, and this was a serious threat. As soon as he opened the door, soldiers stampeded
into the house like wild buffaloes in a game reserve. They entered the house
fully armed.
As the soldiers browsed the house looking for items to steal,
one of the soldiers cut my dad on the forehead with a knife and he started bleeding.
My siblings kept yelling, “Don’t kill daddy!”
The soldiers began to ask, “Where is the money!” My dad had
already handed some money to one of the soldiers earlier. He had no money to
offer them at that point. This caused confusion among the soldiers and they
became angry with each other. Agitated they turned to my parents and started
shouting at the top of their lungs, “We can kill you!” Suddenly, one of them
kicked my mum who was pregnant with me at the time. The blow to the belly started
to cause her to miscarry.
The argument over money distracted the soldiers. My dad then
felt he could escape and managed to maneuver out of the home. He dashed to the neighbor’s
house with a bleeding face. He stayed in the neighbor’s house for a couple of
hours. While in this house, he pondered the safety and well being of his family.
Stealthily, my dad
crept to the bedroom window and knocked at it. This got the attention of my mum
and she looked at the window and saw my dad. Moments before, my mum hoped my
dad was safe and when she saw him at the window, there was a sight of hope that
quenched her eyes and entered her heart. Immediately she saw this welcoming image of my
dad alive, the process of miscarriage came to a standstill supernaturally. My
dad continued to inquire if everyone was fine and the soldiers were gone. The response to the inquiry was that all was
fine. Full of relief, he departed.
He then felt it would be better to return to his house in
the morning because sometimes soldiers tended to linger around, waiting for the
host of the house to return. This was a wise decision because typically a
return to waiting soldiers ended in death. In the end, the peace of God came
upon the situation and the storm was calmed. God said, “Peace be still” to the
storm. As a result, order was restored to the situation.
The cry of a baby in a mother’s womb is a prayer to our
Heavenly Father. When the soldiers came into our home and started causing
chaos, I felt the trauma in my mum’s womb and I cried out. The Father heard my
cry (prayer) and responded. God brought
divine order to what was going on in the unseen realm. The light of God overcame darkness.
My dad managed to escape and the power of God reversed the
process of miscarriage supernaturally. Two weeks later I was born. I was a gift
from God to my parents. Babies are a gift to parents from the Heavenly Father.
The love of God towards His people is indescribable. He
stretched His loving arm to protect my family. He hears every heartbeat and
sound of His children, and when they cry out He restores peace in the midst of
chaos. What a loving Father we have!
I am a loved supernatural child!
Marlon Katsigazi
