When I felt a funny sensation on my thigh, close to my groin, I didn’t bother about it. Even when it grew into a rash, I took it lightly, thinking it would disappear after a while. So I casually confessed my healing as a passing statement and went on with my life. Some weeks later, I noticed it had developed into sores and spread further, at this point I became concerned that if I didn’t do something about it, it might get worse. Out of fear, I started confessing healing over my body, but I was more concerned on the solution than on my faith in the prayers for healing. I couldn’t imagine showing or telling anyone about it. I started living in fear of possible terrifying results as the itching and discomfort increased. One night, I went to a chemist around my house to check and find out what it is, so that I would know what to do next. As the attendant saw it, his expression made me very worried. He then advised that I should see a doctor immediately. When I did, the doctor asked why I allowed it to develop to that stage. He prescribed some drugs and cream, which I hurriedly purchased and used. It left and I thought it was over.

After a while, I noticed that same symptom in one of my underarms, and in no time it had transferred to the other arm. What came to mind was to rush off and get those drugs, but within me I knew if I did that, I would end up selling my body to the Devil and sickness, and become enslaved to medications. I knew it was the Spirit of God nudging me. I went back to the basics of confessing God’s Word in faith continuously. Broken Wall Healing School service held, and Pastor called out the case of someone with an embarrassing itching rash. I felt ashamed as I had consciously avoided the company of people so they wouldn’t notice anything, but I had to let God finish the work. I raised my hand and he prayed. Within days it dried up. God’s mercies are new every morning.