When Your Mother Prays Against Your Enemies

No, today isn’t Mother’s Day. Why then should I be writing an article about my mother and think it would be published, I asked myself. Well, everyday should be mothers’ day because it’s a privilege to have them around after the toils of raising us. If your mom has departed, accept my sincere condolence. This piece is intended to make us honor our mothers more. Few days ago, my siblings and I celebrated her birthday for the first time in her life. I hope the paragraphs that follow will give you a reason if you don’t value your mother. Besides, it’s recorded in Ephesians 6:1-2:

“Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. Honor your father and mother that it may go well with you and that you may live long in the land.”

In my previous job, my story was like that of Daniel in the Bible. During the onboarding, by God’s favor, I was singled out as the best amongst my peers. I actually asked God for this, and my Mom always says “We shall be the head and not the tail”. I was elevated to work in the head office instead of the role I applied for.

With this my troubles began. The first was with my direct line manager who didn’t want to work with me. As his request for my removal was declined he stopped engaging me in favor of a female colleague he liked. So, I told my Mom about it and when she prayed he was removed and posted to another country.

A new line manager was brought in from the U.S. and I had favor with her. Now the number of my adversaries increased with fierce attacks. Some of you know what I am talking about working in a large firm with different cultures. I always returned from work unhappy and dreaded going to work in the morning. This adversely affected my mental health.

One Friday we were having a very important training session facilitated by the International Training Department of the company when one of the managers who had been my tormentor-in-chief called my boss (also his boss) to his office. Till today I don’t know what he said to her. She sent another manager to inform me to resume in one of the stores on Monday and remain there. I was heartbroken and humiliated.

Again I told my Mom about it and she prayed. Less than an hour after I resumed in the store, I got a call from my boss asking me where I was and that I should return to the head office. But these people didn’t quit tormenting me. They drove me to the point of depression. As I was stepping out for work one morning, my Mom asked me for the names of my troublers and I gave her three names.

After coordinating a scheduled meeting that same morning, my boss asked two other colleagues and I to wait for her, but strangely, they left. She was the acting MD and her words were strictly obeyed and just less than two minutes after they left, she came in and hurried me to the conference room for another meeting. Sited, she asked me what I wanted. I could not give an answer. In the next two hours she showed me the elaborate plan of the company and my role in it. Then she delegated her complete authority to me.

Henceforth, all store managers were to report to me; all head office managers were to go through me to get to the stores. I should cease requesting for vehicles instead I should use her car for my field work. I should plan my weekly schedule and budget and submit to her. I was to handle every issue from the stores and no one was to come directly to her except through me. I should only come to her on things I can’t solve. I was provided with an assistant. Whoever was not going to do as I said would be sacked and a memo was sent ratifying this decision.

When I got home my Mom asked if something happened in the office. I had missed calls from her during the day. Then I told her all that happened. She said she didn’t go to the market that day that she used the names of my enemies to pray for hours. And the icing on the cake, my tormentor-in-chief was disgraced few days later for sexual assault on one of the expatriate female staff. After being wrestled to the ground he was hauled out by a guard.

I needed to share this to emphasize the value of all mothers, not just mine. You need to honor your mom so that when she prays for you two things will happen: your enemies will be disgraced, and you will be vindicated and promoted.