July 18th 1999

A sunny Sunday it sure was, combined with the dancing during praise, sweat trickled down her arms and face as the heat made her shirt cling to her small frame.

Kevwe was delighted. Today, she had walked into church without the cast, as Dr. Boms had taken them off yesterday. She stole a glance at Bolaji who was by her side, and she quietly but confidently affirmed that she was blessed.

All her needs had been met. Through the weeks, months and the healing process. Not in the ways she had imagined they would be, but still. For though the days had been cloudy and gray, her cry was heard, and she had never walked alone as she had thought.

…the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want; you made me lie down in green pastures. You are the best!
For Oko mi, Laolu and Ifedayo who’s on her way, I’ll ever be grateful.

Yours Always,

Xxx