Page 20 of I'm So Mega
The woman’s ministry had blessed my life as well. Like our old church, Echo Church had special interests’ groups, and I was in three. One for mothers who had lost a child, married women, and women entrepreneurs. I loved all of them. We rotated houses for meetings, and I loved having them at mine because Pop Samuel always cooked. Also, none of the women were scared of my fur babies.
There was a time that I didn’t think the sick and shut in was my ministry. One sister in the church completely brought me out of the character that God intended me to have. There was a lot of repenting needed after my visit with her.
Prayer For The Whorish. . .
“This is it,” I said to myself as I pulled up to the address I was looking for.
This young lady was in her late twenties. She recently joined the church at the insistence of her mother. Johnni was an interesting woman who I had problems taking to. I prayed and asked God to give me discernment when it came to dealing with her.
Well, I felt like the discernment came last week when she put her name on the sick and shut in list because she had surgery. I was on that committee as well as the welcome team with Mega. Mega did a lot better on the welcome ministry than he did previously.
A few days ago, Mega came to me with a voicemail that he wanted me to listen to. I listened to the voicemail and was shocked at the forwardness of this young woman. These new age women were different. It was no secret that Mega was a married man. He had my name largely tattooed on his arm. You couldn’t miss it. The voicemail was extremely licentious.
“Hi, Brother Mega, this is Johnni. I’m not sure if you heard, but I had surgery recently, so I’m on the sick and shut in list. I hate that I have to miss church because that means I can’t see your handsome face. I was wondering if you mind coming over to pray over or with me. Maybe you can give me some special Mega medicine. I’d love to taste your Jesus juice.”
First, what in the whorish hell is Jesus juice! See, people thought because I didn’t say much that you could play with me. The only person in this world and the next that would ever get any form of Jesus juice from my husband would be me. That was the reason that I was here today. Yes, she needed prayer. I was more than willing and able to give it to her.
“Oh, Ruth, hi!” Johnni opened the door, surprised to see me. “I didn’t expect you.”
I smiled warmly. “I’m a part of the sick and shut in ministry, so I want to come pray for you today. Is that alright?”
“Oh, yes, of course. Come in.” She opened the door wide and stepped to the side to allow me in. “Please excuse the mess.”
Her house wasn’t messy at all. The smell of marijuana didn’t miss me, but I had no judgment about that. Mega still indulged from time to time. “Your house isn’t messy at all, girl. It looks lived in. Now, my house is a mess most of the time with a husband and three kids. Thank God for my maid that comes every other week to take a load off me.”
Her smile was nervous. “Oh, that must be nice. Your husband really takes care of you.”
“Yeah, Mega is one of a kind. Where did you want to pray at?” I asked. I was ready to say this prayer and get out of this lady’s house.
She directed me to the living room. I asked her if she minded telling me what kind of surgery she had. When this lady said a liposuction, I wanted to blankly stare at her, but surgery was surgery. She sat on her couch in a more laid-back position. I suggested that I pull up a chair from her dining room to sit in. Once we were settled and comfortable, I began my prayer.
“Father God, we come before You right now with a prayer of health restoration. We ask that You bless Johnni with a speedy recovery. Keep her covered and under Your eye during this time of healing. Ensure that everything heals in the mannerthat it should. Give her the beautiful body that she desires and the humility to still walk in Your word and light with it. I bind the devil of temptation and whorish ways.
“God, I also come to You as the God of vengeance. There are times that we need You to reprimand us to show us that You will not stand for the things that are not of You. I ask if the desire enters Johnni’s heart to flirt, proposition, masturbate to my husband or another woman’s husband that You move to the side to let genital warts fall upon her. Allow the plague of stink breath to hit her like a typhoon. Put the desire of a virtuous woman in her heart as described in Proverbs 31:10-31 and remove whorish thoughts and actions. Let the Jesus juice stain her tongue like a scarlet letter. All these things we ask in Your precious name, Amen.”
When I opened my eyes, her eyes were on me with shock and awe. “I’m so rude. Johnni, did you want to add to the prayer?”
Her head jerked with refusal. “Oh no, I think yours was fine. Thank you.”
I smiled for a second before it dropped. “Jhonni, it’s clear that I know about your little voicemail. I don’t appreciate your proposition to my husband, and I want you to understand it’s only the God in me that doesn’t have my yes ma’am at your dome. Please stop playing with me and my marriage.”
Jhonni held her hand up. “Ruth, I’m so sorry. At the time, I was high on pain medication. Please forgive me.”
I tilted my head. “Like the Lord, I definitely will. Unlike the Lord, I will not throw this experience into the sea of forgetfulness. This is your warning, darling.” I stood from my seat with a smile. “I’m going to get out of here to let you rest. It was nice sitting with you.”
I let her know that she didn’t have to get up. With the same joy that I came with, I left with. Mega always told me that therewere some things that you could handle instead of bothering our Lord. I was prone to believe him now.
It wasa little after one in the afternoon when I got a call from Maggie’s school. They asked me to come in because she started her period. There was no way that I would tell Mega about this right now. He almost didn’t survive her straight hair, and that was just a few weeks ago. He wouldn’t be ready for this. I’d have to ease him into this.
When I got to the school, my baby was in the nurse’s office. She didn’t look happy or well. “Hey, baby, come here.”
“Mama.” She ran into my open arms. “I bled through my pants.”
I kissed her forehead. “It’s alright, my love.” I pulled her back and cupped her face. “I did too, and I had on white pants.” My cheeks rose as the corner of my lips pulled back. I turned to the nurse. “She’s not going to be here tomorrow. We’re going to have a woman’s weekend.”
The nurse smiled. “That is an amazing idea. I wish more parents did that.”
I had already texted Shan and Fiona on my way here. We did this weekend when Shanae and Sadie started their periods. This transition in life was a big deal, and we treated it as such.
