God told me to give you this chicken.

I have another testimonyyyyy!!! and this one is meaty!

This happened yesterday morning, but I gave myself time for the excitement to cool off so I could speak properly. So, here goes:

My uncle sells the biggest broiler chickens in Uganda, weighing 4kg and above. A single leg or breast can weigh a whole kilogram. We sell at 15k per kilo. I got one of these massive legs from Wobulenzi to bring back with me to Gulu. We were also experimenting to see how long it could stay frozen over the five-hour journey.

It arrived still cold, with ice in parts. I planned to cook it the next day.

Except… that morning, as I got ready for work, God spoke. Clearly.

“Give it to Suzan.”

I ignored it, very sure I had heard wrongly. Yet again, the same voice:

“Give it to Suzan.”

I said, “My chicken is gone!”

So I tried to reason my way out. Maybe it was just in my head. Surely, I couldn’t have travelled a whole five hours with my chicken just to give it away!

Then I got scientific.

What if it had gone bad? I needed to taste it first to be sure it was okay. I couldn’t give Suzan spoilt chicken.

But I knew that was not the case. It had travelled well, stayed frozen, and gone straight into the freezer upon arrival. It was fine. And the voice would not go away.

So I gave in.

I took the frozen pack, dropped it in a polythene bag, and left for work.

I waited for Suzan. She came. We talked. Just normal stuff. Then came the money talk. Debts. She was drowning in them.

We had been working on a plan since the past week not only to clear what she owed, but also to rebuild her finances. One step we agreed on: she would resume tithing. She had stopped.

Then she told me something that made my heart jump.

That very morning, she had received some money. Her husband protested, but she still set aside a tithe. That was at 8 a.m.

Guess what time I heard the voice tell me, “Give it to Suzan”? Exactly. 8 a.m. Right after she made the decision to be faithful.

I hadn’t yet told her about the chicken. So when she said that, I about jumped.

“Suzan!” I said. “God loves you! He hears you. He sees you.”

Then I told her my story from that morning.

“Suzan, God told me to give you this chicken.”

There was a pause. Then tears welled up in her eyes.

Things had been hard. With every penny going to repay debts, their family was struggling. Her workplace had restructured, and her salary was slashed by 75%. They’d been eating humbly just to hold onto dignity. They had a 3-month-old baby.

But God had been faithful, providing through friends and neighbours.

Still, the price of financial freedom – the discipline, the obedience – had left her wondering if they would have enough.

Now it was clear, without a doubt: she would always have enough. She had encountered powerfully the famous Jehovah Jireh (the LORD will Provide)!

Through tears, she said,

“Anna, God loves me for sure. This is the first time I’ve received such a direct message from Him. I feel seen. Known. Loved. I feel special.”

Then she added, almost laughing through the tears,

“Do you know how much I tithed? Hmmm. Not even a quarter of the price of this chicken.”

Ah, guys!