I Will Show You Wonders — Micah 7:15

God has a way of capturing a person’s attention and drawing them toward salvation. He works in wonderful, unexpected ways—and my story is one of them. Thank God for social media today, where at least we can hear and see good news even in the midst of evil. My encounter with God happened long before social media existed, when hearing Scripture was rare. Yet the grace of God reached me.

During my college days, I failed one math subject in my first semester and carried it all the way to the final year. Along with that, I failed many other subjects in different semesters. The only relief was the system that allowed students to move from one semester to another with arrears, but all the subjects had to be completed within four years to receive a first class honor. Honestly, if not for that, my four-year engineering course would have taken forever to complete.

By the time I reached my 7th semester, I had almost 17 subjects pending. Out of 60 students, I was probably the one with the most failed papers. I could hardly study because of my family situation, and engineering—especially computer science—was not what I wanted to pursue. In my culture, parents decide what children must study, not their interests.

I felt ashamed watching classmates get placed in companies during campus recruitment while I had no idea what my future held. I realized I had to set aside everything and start working hard. During that season, my mother secretly accepted Jesus and was baptized without my father’s knowledge. She became a prayer warrior, praying over everything in our lives.

I studied with all my strength and managed to pass 16 subjects in the 7th semester—but that one math subject from the first semester still stood like a giant before me.

The final exam was my last attempt to pass with first class. I tried, but math was extremely difficult for me. On the day of the exam, I had a high viral fever. My condition was so bad my mother was waiting in the college office out of fear that I would pass out. I sat in the examination hall with juniors; the faculty handed me the question paper, but I could hardly see. I skimmed through the questions and realized I knew the answers, yet my body was too weak to write. The faculty tried to help, but I could barely hold my pen. To the best of my memory, I wrote only for about 50 marks, while the passing score was 45.

I somehow endured the entire three-hour exam, already convinced I would fail again. When my mom asked how it went, I told her I would fail—after all, I had written only half the paper.

I felt strangely relieved. After years of setbacks, struggles, and back-to-back exams, I was just exhausted. All that remained was to wait for the results and see if I would even finish my course.

Around that time, I received a Christian magazine addressed to my name with the Scripture: “I will show you wonders.” As I walked, I kept reading that verse. Everything about it felt new, yet I knew in my spirit that this Word was for me. I wanted to believe in the Jesus my mother had been fervently praying to.

I didn’t know how to pray, but I believed Jesus could show me wonders—even in that math subject that had become a mountain in my life.

One of my relatives offered to bribe the faculty to get my paper passed. I refused. I told him, “No, I believe in this promise—I will show you wonders.” My mom looked at me, both happy and uncertain, but I could see hope in her eyes.

Then the results came.

To my shock, I passed all my 8th semester subjects—and that one math paper I had carried from first year to final year. I couldn’t believe it. Even more surprising, I passed with 47 marks. It was nothing short of a miracle.

My mom had gone to church to pray for my results. When she returned and I told her the good news, she hugged and kissed me—not because I passed the subject, but because I held on to God’s promise, and God honored it. I realized her prayer was more for my salvation than my marks.

That miracle encouraged me to pursue this wonder-working God. Every phase of my life since then has been marked by His hand. The once “dumb student,” as I used to see myself, later completed a master’s degree in the U.S. with a 3.6 GPA—and without paying a single penny. Opportunities my peers longed for, God graciously gave me.

Today I can confidently say: I have a wonder-working God.

This same God is alive and still doing wonders. Let the Word of God encourage you today—whatever seems impossible, God can turn it around. He is faithful. Trust Him, and you will see wonders in your own life.

Prayer

Father, thank You for being a God of wonders. Strengthen my faith to trust You in every impossible situation. Show Your mighty hand in my life, just as You did for Your children before me. Help me hold on to Your promises with confidence and expectation. In Jesus’ name, Amen.