Few years back, my younger brother and I were at home. It was a free day and we stayed back at home very busy with our school projects.

We had Parents, yet we only felt the warmth existence of our Mum.

Our Dad wasn't a Christian and his own infidelity was so worse. He was a red flag to our family and oftentimes, I wished he never birthed me.

One of my friends had mentioned to me one day that Dad was meant for hell. They always taunted me and really, I felt those pains badly.

It is very obvious like a prospective new day which is few hours from today. Your Dad is the co-founder of hell.

He added, chuckling.

As time went on, I grew this burning desire in me that my Dad would join our Christian faith one day.

To prove how virtuous Mum was, she constantly enjoined us to always love Dad even though it wasn't so easy for me because I was suffering a lot in the hands of my school mates, not just my friends.

Dad was always stubborn, never believing In Jesus Christ.

One fateful day, we were at home but Our Parents were away. Later on, My Dad returned and as usual, he started to prepare the table so he could begin to smoke and take alcohol.

Abruptly, we heard this loud bang on our gate, sounding repeatedly like the kinetic theory of matter.

My Dad who was hardly distracted in his so-called enjoyment became uncomfortable immediately, foaming in great ire.

Standing up, he hurried into the room and wore his clothe.

In annoyance, he left for the gate, scolding the unknown visitor, and even threatening whomsoever it was.

We remained silent, focusing more on our projects so we would start watching movies after we're done.

Lo, we heard our Dad groan as he lay on the ground, shouting and wincing in pains.

It was a dangerous visit from some heinous gentle men of the road. They were heavily armed, ever ready to destroy.

As we saw them drag Dad to our direction, we cried. Even though he wasn't a Christian, yet he was still so important to us.

When they got closer, they kicked him severally and started giving him serious beatings, looking forward to killing him.

Stop beating my Dad!

I shouted at them and at once, they ceased from beating him. They faced my direction, looking fiercely at me. Yes, I was a girl, but very FEARLESS!

Stop beating my Dad. I said once more with boldness and authority so it could sink deeper in their medulla oblongata.

They suddenly realized I got some pig-headed guts and they needed to deal with me too. One of them rushed towards me and gave me a heavy kick. Before I could knew it all, I was on the ground already.

I started crying and so it was with my younger sister.

My Dad was now very weak but he managed to beg them to allow me go unscathed.

We'll kill you!
They shouted at me, ready to shoot. To exacerbate the whole situation, they gave me a serious cut on my leg and soon I was in the pool of blood.

Regardless of the fact that I knew I was becoming more weaker, even yet, I chose not to surrender nor fear.

I remembered the words of Mum concerning how God came through for Apostle Peter and some other Biblical heroes; that was when I said a short prayer.

Those armed robbers were shocked. They kept on persuading me to stop challenging them. Not long after, they lost consciousness. It was as though they became electrocuted. They started to shout, not making any movement at all; it was such a great movie though.

Immediately, some Police men stormed our house and got them apprehended. My Mum later returned having heard the news and I was taken to the hospital for proper treatment.

That was how my Dad turned to that Jesus he previously mocked.

If God could come through for us, then he exists and he shouldn't miss him as his life coach.

Our Dad is currently serving God and everything in my family has changed for the better.

Praise the Lord!