I was literally mocking my mum when she called me into the room to speak some words to her daughter who was fast becoming more stubborn than ever.

At first, I never wanted to go because she would keep me there with her preachings that often sounded like noises. However, I made up my mind to go, having known already that no one can stop me from the life I have settled for.

The truth is that sometimes, I wonder what gain is there in serving God. My mum was a sheer christian, yet, she lived life like a nobody, suffering more than Job in the Bible.

Despite all, she always followed God. I vowed never to do such. If God could allow my mum to be a widow, and even suffering in the hands of her husband's household and starvation, then there is obviously no need why I should serve him.

The icing on the cake was my beauty. I became so conceited thinking I was on top of the world.

Mum, the truth is that you're done with your own life. So allow me to live mine.

That was how I left my mum's presence after making the heart-breaking statement.

The crux of it all was that I ceased to live with my mum. Unfortunately, I became pregnant. That was a huge slap on my face. I have been copulating and going scot-free, now I was trapped.

I couldn't bear it. The thought of aborting the child engrossed my mind and I had to open up to my boyfriend.

To my greatest surprise, he accepted. I thought he would deny ever knowing me. Wow, that was how I stopped to feel guilty because to me, I have found true love.

Right in the hospital, I wasn't at rest. I kept on hearing a voice that sounded clearly to my both ears that I would die but I ignored.

Finally, I successfully did the abortion. Months later, it dawned on me that something was wrong. My boyfriend's love for me decreased tremendously.

He deserted me, having left a note:

_Dear Sandra, I have taken what I wanted. Not your pride only but your destiny. I want to survive by all means and I would really say I'm sorry._

I couldn't believe my ears. I yelled, even desiring to die. At once, I remembered I had a mum.

I was afraid to run back to her. My joy was that mum accepted me. That was when I knew her worth. My mum is indeed my pride and all.

Years later, I got married to my man. But I found it hard to conceive. Lo and behold, the doctor confirmed that I had no womb again.

I lost it when I aborted my first baby.

My husband was mad at me. Despite being a Christian, he rejected and cursed me.

Yet, mum was there. She always intervened on my behalf. I finally got full peace of mind and started to serve God more.

Three weeks later, I became so sick. I went to the hospital for check-up and guess what, I was pregnant!

Oh my God! I cried.

Everyone was asking how possible.

Just then, my husband stormed the hospital. He was yet to hear the news. He came to have me back. With tears, we both hugged each other and I breaked the news to him.

Infact, those were lovely moments to me. God saw me through and restored my failing health.

Today, I am a mother of four and all are serving God.

It pays to serve God. It does pay to serve him. Now is the time to draw more closer to him and he will never allow you to know shame!