My heart sank when my Mom announced she'd leave me with my sick aunty; aunty Anita, who was battling a mysterious illness.

My Dad was away, my elder sister was working out of town, and my younger brother, Dan, was at school.

Aunty Anita's condition, marked by convulsions and erratic behavior, frightened me a lot.

At age 19, I struggled with my own faith, often feeling overshadowed by Dan's unwavering spirituality.

Even yet, Aunty Anita cherished me, and I felt responsible for her well-being. In other words, I was just her favorite.

As my Mom departed, anxiety gripped me because I sensed danger.

I desperately prayed, God, heal Aunty Anita, or delay her episode until Mom returns.

As i said those emotional prayers, heavy tears streamed down my face.

Just then I heard Aunty Anita's voice and indeed it startled me.
Michael, please stay close to me because I do not want to be left alone.
I forced a smile, hiding my terror.

The episode struck, worse than ever. I swiftly moved little David, her one-year-old son, to safety.

Overwhelmed, I barricaded myself in the room, pleading with God and backing my faith up with Jeremiah 29:13.

Miraculously, the heavens seemed to open.

When I emerged, Aunty Anita slept peacefully. Upon waking, tears of joy filled her eyes.

God intervened ! she exclaimed, recounting a spiritual battle won.

This miracle transformed me. I discovered my spiritual identity, embracing prayer and faith.

Aunty Anita's healing ignited a fire within, reminding me that I am a chosen generation and a royal priesthood as quoted in 1 Peter 2:9.

I realized too that I am a light and never did I allowed the light and fire to fade anymore!