What is stopping most of us from seeing what we want to see is us. If only we can see the dream, believe in the dream, pursue the dream, and give ourselves the permission NOT to give up on us that easily… If we can just imagine and fantasize about that which we want, desire, deserve… the lifestyles we’d want to have in our future, the kinds of love lives we’d want to enjoy, we can be rest assured that if we can keep hope alive, we would see that which we want to see come alive to us, live and colored. -DBM
I love your platform. I’ve read through every one of the Proposal stories, and I am enriched. I recently heard of you and I am in love already with what you are doing. Please permit me to also share my Proposal story with you and your followers.
I moved to a new community in Accra, Four (4) years ago, from Tarkwa, to start a new job. I knew of no one in that area. My friends from Accra are few, so everything and everyone was new to me. I used the first week of my arrival to settle down. The following weekend, Sunday, I decided to visit a Charismatic Church I had seen on my way to work. I loved the architecture of the Auditorium, and was curious in seeing its interiors. That was my only reason for visiting the Church.
Church service was excellent. Sermon, on point. Music was lovely. I really enjoyed the service that day. Before the close of service, the announcer invited all new congregants to stand and be welcomed by the members. Because we were just a few in number, the Presiding Bishop got up from his seat, took the microphone from the Church secretary to invite all of us (visitors) to the podium, to introduce ourselves to the Church.
I am currently the First Lady of the Church, so I know for a fact that – that is not the norm of the Church, to invite first timers to the stage to introduce themselves. They usually would make them stand up for the congregation to welcome them. After close of service they are refreshed in the visitors lounge, given a formal welcome and invitation to visit the Church again by either the Presiding Bishop or me.
Lol! Yes, me! Okay, so let me get back to the story.
Before making the decision to join the Church after that first Sunday, I had been convinced, and made to watch a series of Sunday services recorded on video, dated as far back as 2011. My first visit was in 2015. Apparently, the Bishop had had a revelation/premonition/ whatever of who his wife was going to be. He had that ‘vision’ in 2011, while leading the Church in prayers during one of their annual Miracle and Testimonies Conventions.
In the revelation, he did not know what I looked like in the face (looks), but had information about the name of his wife, which according to the video, was clearly given him, (Grace O-D). The ‘O-D’ wasn’t abbreviated in his revelation. I chose to use the initials of my full name for privacy sake. The revelation included my exact height, weight, age, complexion and career.
According to the Bishop, the entire congregation of the Church, and the video recordings of their Church services as proof, every Sunday, since that revelation on the 13th of March, 2011, the Bishop, before ending each service, on Sundays, would ask the whole Church,
“Is my wife, Sister Grace O-D, in Church yet?”
And if no ‘Grace O-D’ raises her hand or steps forward, he ends the service, blessing them. He did this every Sunday, from March, 2011 till March 15th, 2015, when I first stepped inside that auditorium. According to the video tape from 2011, I was supposed to be 32 years old by the time he married me. That first Sunday’s visit, in 2015, was my 32nd birthday.
That Sunday, he did not announce whether or not ‘his wife, Sister Grace O-D was in Church yet’, but rather asked the few visitors who had stood up to be welcomed by the Church, to the podium, to introduce ourselves.
Dave, before the microphone was passed on to me, to mention my name and why I had visited them that Sunday, my husband asked me to wait, so he introduces me to the Church instead.
You will not believe this, but he was hard on erection in his trousers. Everything was all sketched lightly, in his trouser-flap, hard! I didn’t understand why the entire Church seemed to be cheering him on and screaming and shouting and jumping and dancing, and some, even crying. It looked funny in a way. ‘What was going on?’ I kept asking myself in the head.
“Halleluiah! She’s home! My wife is home. Praise the Lord!” he shouted, also joining the Church to dance. I smiled and freaked out at the sound of, “My Wife …” Lol! But he wouldn’t stop jubilating. “She’s home! She’s home!” he kept shouting into the microphone.
I had been single for Three (3) years and had been praying for a good man to come my way. My idea of a husband, had nothing ‘Pastor/Bishop/Reverend, etc.’ written in it. I wasn’t even going to consider dating a ‘deacon’, so you can imagine my criteria. I wasn’t looking for a ‘Chrife’ in my life. I wanted a handsome man. The Bishop had great looks. I wanted an educated young man to be the father of my children. My husband is very educated and mature in his youth.
Dave, my faith has always been to believe what I do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what I believe. I believed in God, for a husband. My husband believed in God, for a wife, and trusted Him, 100% to deliver her to him, in his vineyard.
Before my husband would even mention who he thought I could be, the whole congregation started shouting and singing my name, “Sister Grace O-D ooooooo” My husband needed proof of my identity, so I had to go and find my ID Card and Driver’s license, from my car for verification.
It all sounds unbelievable, right? That was what was going on in my head too. It was too good to be true, but was true, and happening to me. My husband went on one knee, with tears in his eyes, to ask me to consider marrying him.
“I know this is your first time in our Church. I know you do not know me, but I have known and been waiting for you for years. Sister Grace O-D, will you marry me?” he asked
I wanted to say ‘No!’ I didn’t even want to respond to his ‘gimmicks’. I felt uneasy in a way, but the video evidence, and the jubilation of the Church, the smile on my husband’s face that just wouldn’t fade away – was so much proof for me to just ignore.
He continued staring deep into my eyes with a smile that warmed my heart. I felt like I had been hit by a car and yet not being fatally injured. I felt sick to my stomach… Also felt like I was on some Tramadol high another minute; then low the next. All of a sudden, I was hungry, but then, unable to eat. I felt hot in his presence, cold at the same time, horny as hell… My breasts started forming shape and hardened. I was gradually building hope and enthusiasm.
I could not remove the smile from his face still. I liked him suddenly!
Dave, love does not come by with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a height. I had no time to think about what was happening to me. I couldn’t control the response that was forcing its way out of my mouth:
“Yes!” I replied
Dave, when you fall in love, the natural thing to do is to give yourself to it. That’s what I think. It’s just a form of sincerity. Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force!” – From GOD-A