GOD, I NEED TO PEE!

That day, my mum told me to go to the market to stock up on groceries for the house. Who am I to say no? Lol. I got myself ready, wore a beautiful T-shirt and a pair of jeans that sat well on me. I was going to the market, but that didn't mean I shouldn't look good.

Shortly before I left, I drank two sachets of water. I had also eaten ogi and akara for breakfast, but for some reason, I was particularly thirsty that day. The weather had been consistently hot for more than three hours, like the sun had an urgent appointment to bake bread. Anyway, I stepped out in style, in obedience to my mum.

As soon as I arrived at the market, some market women and young boys started calling me from different directions. "Fine girl, what do you want?" "Fine lady, come and buy what I'm selling." I walked past them because I already had the line of stalls I usually patronised.

Suddenly, I felt something move around my stomach and downwards. Before I could do anything about it, I farted. Loudly! Thankfully, the market was noisy, and nobody close to me seemed to have heard it. Even at that, my face flushed with embarrassment. As if that wasn't enough, my stomach contracted, and I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. Not just a little urge. I needed to pee urgently!

My first thought was, "Jesus, what am I going to do?"

When I asked around for a toilet, I was told that the market was undergoing renovation. Apparently, the women who needed to relieve themselves had found an alternative. They went behind an abandoned trailer, and most of them had wrappers tied around their necks, which they used to cover themselves. I looked at them, looked at myself and realised I had neither a wrapper nor any other suitable covering. That option was out!

My best bet was to hold myself until I got home. How long it would take me, I didn't care. I wasn't going to spoil my fine girl. Unfortunately, my body had a different opinion.

Thirty minutes later, my body said, "No!"

At this point, I was seriously pressed, shifting from my left leg to my right leg. I didn't know how much longer I could hold it. I had no other option, so I prayed silently.

"Father Lord, I don't know how You will help me, but please help me. In Jesus' name have I prayed. Amen."

Less than three minutes after that prayer, the clouds turned dark grey. It became windy, and the market women and sellers started scrambling to move their wares to safer places. People began looking for somewhere to take cover. With all the movement and rush, my brain momentarily forgot that I had come to the market with an emergency.

Before I could find a good shade, the rain started falling heavily without warning. I was drenched, but I was free!

As the rain fell, I also let down the torrents of urine I had been holding. While everyone else was trying to escape the rain, I was experiencing a different kind of relief. For about two to three minutes, I was momentarily warmer than everyone around me. I didn't struggle to find shelter. People even invited me to join them, but I told them I was enjoying the rain. And the funny thing was, I really was!

Since that was how God chose to answer my prayer that day, I decided to enjoy the moment. I wasn't going to complain about being drenched when the very thing I had desperately needed was finally taken care of.

Thirty minutes later, the heavy downpour had subsided. Water was everywhere, and everyone was gradually returning to business. I took my time walking in the rain before returning to the stalls where I had bought my items to collect the remaining groceries. Nobody looked at me strangely. We were all drenched anyway.

By the time I got home, my clothes were beginning to dry, although there was still a faint scent of urine. Lol.

As I stepped into the living room, my mum gave me a strange look. Her nose was unusually raised, as though she had picked up something she couldn't quite place. Before she could ask, I started recounting my experience. My mum couldn't stop laughing. She laughed so hard that she eventually had to excuse herself to use the toilet. As for me, I was just grateful for the unexpected relief.

That experience reminded me that sometimes, we are so particular about how we expect God to help us that we forget He is not limited to the solutions we can imagine. I had already decided what my solution should look like, but I hadn't considered that things could work out in an entirely different way.

Don't box God into a corner. Bring your requests to Him, trust Him with the outcome, and leave room for Him to surprise you. After all, if you can talk to God about something as ordinary as needing to pee, you can talk to Him about anything that concerns you.

Jesus loves you. Never hesitate to talk to Him.

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