Some years ago, I noticed I was having an unusual bleeding that came shortly after my menstrual period, I prayed and spoke to the flow in faith to normalize and then I forgot about it. In spite of that it continued until my next menstrual and then I began to worry because this had become a challenge. On the 14th of that month, I went to see a doctor to know what the issue was and he recommended that I do a scan. The doctor had to calm me down when the result came out because I was in shock. He explained that it was a uterine fibroid and that it was large. I called Pastor Sola and told him about the challenge I was having, and the result from the hospital. Calmly, he asked me what I wanted and I said I wanted it to go away, so he said I should speak the Word to my body, believe and praise God for the healing. He also added that I should stay around people who will increase my faith in order not to get worried. The next day, one of the teachers in the church I attend where I reside also prayed with me.

By the next morning the blood flow became really intense, but I said to myself, “The Devil is a liar.” When I went back to the hospital, I was referred to Lagos University Teaching Hospital (LUTH). I began to speak the Word, praising God and thanking Him for my healing and I told myself over and again that my body was the temple of God and absolutely nothing can wrong with the Lord’s temple. I was sent for another scan, and the doctor said that if the condition got worse that I would have to go in for a surgery or live with the fibroid. This was not pleasant news but I chose to believe the report of the Lord, which says that I am healed and I said, “God will not live with a fibroid because my body is where He resides.”

So I spoke with Pastor Sola again about the recent development and he said, “It’s not wrong at all to take drugs if the level of your faith requires you to but know that by His stripes you were healed even before now.” I was greatly encouraged and my faith was boosted, I began to take my drugs faithfully and praised God each time I felt any pain.

My next appointment was 3 weeks away and I told God that by that date, I would have a testimony and I did. When I went for another scan, I believed in my heart that my testimony would be manifested and to God be the glory, the results of the scan showed that the fibroid was gone. It had disappeared totally and the bleeding stopped subsequently. I do not have fibroid any more.

Praise the Lord!