On Monday 3rd of February 2014, I left my house for a 10:00 a.m. lecture at school hale and hearty. At the end of my classes at noon, I began to feel pain in my tummy but I paid no attention to it because I was neck deep in writing an assignment and using my phone to find the solution on the internet.
About 45 minutes after the pain came again, so I told a friend of mine with me about the pain, he suggested we go for lunch because he thought I was hungry and we left. After eating, the pain hit me again and I knew it was not hunger this time, but something else. I confessed that I was strong when my friend asked how I was feeling.
I began to throw up on the way to the next class, so my friends suggested that I should go home, which I did. When I got home my mum asked what happened, but I was unable to say anything because I was very weak at that time. She then asked those that brought me home and they didn’t know too, because they saw me throwing up on the way and decided to help get me home.
My mum called my dad and informed him about what had happened and he rushed home immediately, and they laid their hands on me and began to pray. After the prayer, my mum went to a pharmacy to get me some drugs, but the pain increased and became severe to a point where all I could say was “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.” I then remembered Pastor Nkechi’s message titled No Fear Here where she said fear was an acronym for False Evidence Appearing Real. I then refused to fear.
The Devil came up with another mirage when I went to pass out urine: the urine was all blood. I told my mum to call a church member who was a nurse and tell her about the situation. After my mother’s narration, she invited my mum over. Barely 30 minutes after my mother left the house, the situation became frantic and the compound became filled with people I didn’t know. At that point I was unable to see but could only hear voices around me. My mum returned and told my dad that I should be taken to the hospital, since anything I ate was thrown up.
I was taken to the hospital and admitted, but God had gone ahead of me. I thank Him for healing me and for His provision for my hospital bills. I also want to thank my Family Outreach Group Head and her husband who were very wonderful, visiting and praying with me daily at the hospital. They showed me so much love in the hospital that even my father said they do things as if they were my parents. I thank Pastor Nkechi for the Word of God that is preached in The Carpenter’s Church. If you are trusting God for any form of healing, just believe and hold on in faith because it is a done deal.