I excitedly laid out the dress that Tuesday morning, but after years of being folded in a box, it was in dire need of ironing. However, power was out. Now about this time in my life, I was just learning about praying and getting results. Asking and receiving. For anything and everything, even the little things. So, in that period, if I needed power restored urgently, I would simply say, “electricity come back now in Jesus’ name”, and light would be restored. This had been happening for about a week or two if I remember correctly, so I was pretty confident in this “method”. That God heard me and answered my prayers.
All that to say, the absence of power that morning did not diminish my excitement. I went on to have a bath and gave the usual command, “electricity come back now in Jesus’ name.” Nothing. “Electricity come back now in Jesus name!” Still, nothing. “ELECTRICITY COME BACK NOW IN JESUS NAME!” By this time, I’d started to worry a little. Was a power line down? Transformer blown? I got out of the shower thinking that, perhaps, I had used up my quota of power-restoration requests.
Then suddenly, quietly, firmly, I heard on my inside, “Go and change the phase.”
Me: Lol, what?
My parents’ house had a three-phase meter and I knew how to switch across phases when one line had power while the others didn’t. It didn’t happen often, but usually the security guard would come up to change it. As I stood there contemplating what I thought I’d just heard, I heard it again, “Go and change the phase.” I was more than a little spooked as I’d never heard something like this before, but I thought to myself, well why not? I put on my dressing gown and made my way to the front door. Halfway to the door though, I thought to myself, what are you doing?? I paused, did an about turn, and went back to my room.
As I got ready for church, I kept repeating my “electricity come back now” chant. At some point I switched to flat-out begging God because "I really, really wanted to wear this dress and would He just do this simple thing for me." Still, power did not return. I stalled until I could stall no longer, so crestfallen, I picked out another outfit and flew after my parents who were already threatening to leave me for taking too long to get ready.
When we got downstairs, we discovered that the rest of the house had electricity and we needed to change the phase on our meter. Stunned, I pleaded with my dad and flew back upstairs to quickly do so and iron the beloved brown dress.
This was the very first time I discernibly remember hearing from God.