There comes a time in one’s life when you are faced with difficult choices.

Here I was, faced with such, to do or not to do. I was afraid and didn’t know what to do. After much prayer and deliberation, I settled in my mind to just give it time. I believe God in his own wisdom was directing me.

I decided not to do the surgery right away, but wait and have it monitored periodically. It wasn’t easy knowing you have something that can rapture anytime in your brain. I prayed and prayed and somehow started to forget it and just live my life. The periodic scans showed it’s still the same and hasn’t changed over a period of about 3 years. Isn’t this the doing of the Lord?

Once in a while, I would think about it and get anxious for a while. The hustling in London continued and it made me strong and courageous. I go back to Ghana from time to time and whilst there I also work for my sister whenever I can.

I never let go of my faith. I looked up to God for grace. Life in London was a survival of the fittest type of thing. I remember the struggles…

I was literally thrown out to the streets by a host one day. Being sick and having a swollen leg with blisters sometimes, and yet I have to wear steel toe boots to go to work in a factory. By the time I finish the shift and get home, my swollen leg had worsened and sometimes the blisters get stuck to the boots such that it’s difficult and painful to remove the boots.

Oh, I remember this sad incident… I went to work one day, It was a new school that I had to go to and I got lost. I had to hop on different buses to get to the right place. In doing so the money I had on me almost was gone, I finally found the place, did half shift because time was gone and after  close of work I realized I didn’t have enough money to get a bus back home. I stood by the streets and begged for money so I can get a bus home. 

It was an embarrassing situation, but hey, I wouldn’t go home then if I don’t. There were many highs and lows experiences I went through. I toughened up I must say and thanked God so much for strength to go through all that I go through. 

The  brain aneurysm was still there untouched. There were times I would have terrible terrible headaches. That type of feeling was like carrying a whole bus load on your head. I just don’t know how I survived it all. God I thank you, if it had not been for your grace and mercy… I don’t know where I would have been by now.

After a couple of years I decided to go back to Ghana, take a break and plan my next move.

The journey continues… 

Christ in you the hope of glory!