Let me tell you a small story with a loud echo.
It started the night before a big visa appointment. The kind you prep for like a military operation, documents printed, forms uploaded, outfit chosen, bags packed. You know, everything in order. Or so I thought.
Then out of nowhere, my passport disappeared. Not just misplaced, vanished.
I turned my house upside down. Checked the car. Rechecked my bags. Ransacked every drawer with the kind of energy that only desperation can fuel. But it was gone.
And I panicked. Not a cute, dignified panic, the full kind. The “Jesus take the wheel before I spiral” kind.
Because I’m the planner. The preemptive striker. I like to be five steps ahead of disaster, not sitting in its lap at midnight.
But, my family member, I must say ….The illusion of control often crumbles at the edge of divine intervention….
Shout Power!!! Lol
Somewhere in the middle of that chaos, one of my friends called. Just a regular check-in. I mentioned the missing passport. He asked some questions, tried to troubleshoot with me. Then he paused and said simply:
“Let us pray.”
And so we did. Nothing dramatic, just a heartfelt prayer over a very real need. Afterward, he said, “Check the printer at your office.”
I thanked him. But in my head, I rolled my eyes. Printer? That thing I already turned inside out? No way.
Still, I noted it. Kind of.
Later, I crashed into bed, tired, frustrated, trying not to cry at how something as small as a misplaced booklet could wreck my day. But by morning, something had shifted.
Shout Power, again!!! Lol
Hmmm, Peace doesn’t always come from answers. Sometimes, it shows up while you’re still waiting.”
I woke up calm. Headed to the office. Searched all my usual document spots, nothing.
Then, just as I was about to give up, I heard it again, that same nudge from the night before:
“Check the printer.”
And there it was.
My passport. Sitting quietly inside the tray like it had never played hide and seek with my sanity.
I stood there, smiling through tears. Not just because I found the passport, but because I remembered: I’m not doing life alone.
Sometimes the real miracle isn’t what you find, it’s who prays while you’re searching.
That friend’s prayer didn’t just calm me, it activated heaven on my behalf.
I’ve come to learn that there’s power in having praying friends. The kind of people who don’t just cheer you on but kneel beside you. People who can touch heaven when your hands are too tired to reach.
And no, they don’t magically appear. I asked for mine.
A few years ago, I prayed a simple prayer:
“Lord, bring me my tribe. The kind of people who hear You. The kind who stay. The kind who carry oil and joy and truth. And when they come, give me eyes to see them.”
The truth is, Friendship is not found. It is revealed. And only God can do the unveiling.
One by one, they came. Not always loudly. Not with fireworks. But they showed up, in DMs, in prayer circles, in shared burdens, in honest conversations. And when life hits hard, they hold space for me in the Spirit.
So if you’re out there, tired of doing life Solo…Alone
If you crave friendships that are deep, not dramatic.
If you long for people who won’t just gossip about your gaps but will guard you in prayer…
Ask Him.
Seriously, just ask.
Under your breath right now, Just ask.
In a whisper, Loudly, calmly….ask.
Because your people may not be far.
They may just be one honest prayer away.
Honestly, when God sends people, he sends them as answers, don’t miss your tribe waiting for thunder.
You don’t have to navigate every storm alone. There’s a sweetness in knowing someone, somewhere, is mentioning your name in prayer. That kind of covering? It changes everything.
So ask. And when they come, don’t take them for granted. Be one of them too.
With faith and a functioning printer,
Your Sister in the Waiting and the Finding. Lol
Nkiruka
P.S.
Are you surrounded by people who can pray with you, for you, and hear God clearly when you can’t?
If not, no shame. Just start with a whisper:
“God, send my tribe.”
And if this spoke to you, forward it to a friend you’re grateful for, or one you’re praying into your life.