I had a dream where some unknown faces came against my family with weapons. In the dream, they pursued me also. I told my daddy about the dream and he prayed for me.
My testimony started on the 21st of January 2018. On that Sunday morning, my mom was preparing my siblings and me for church (second service). All of a sudden, a sharp pain gripped my lower abdomen. I started shouting, crying for help and my mommy was alone with us because my daddy had already gone for the first service. With the excruciating increase of the pain in my lower abdomen, my mommy was helpless, and she started praying, calling God for my healing. After praying, she gave me some pain-relieving tablet. After taking the medication, I was still in so much pain that I could not stand straight, the pain started moving to the back of my waist. It was at this point that my mommy called my dad to come back quickly because she doesn’t know what was wrong with me.
In a short while my daddy rushed back home from church. He held my hand and spoke in tongues for some time. After praying for me, he asked my mommy to change my clothes and he took me to UPTH. By the time we got to the children’s emergency ward, I could not get down from the car again. Almost all the doctors that came out to see me were confused on what could be the cause of the illness that would result in my inability to walk. They asked my dad to run series of x-rays on Monday 22nd January including MRI. We ran the tests, but they could not find anything.
On the 23rd of January, my two legs, from my knees and down to my ankle, were twisted and paralyzed. I could not walk anymore, and we just resumed school for the second term. I had only attended school for one week before this affliction of paralysis and I could not continue with my school because of the treatment. On Thursday the 25th of January, my daddy brought me to the church and that day was a Communion Service. At the close of service, my daddy went and called our zonal pastor, Pastor Casmir, Bro. Chibuisi and Dr Adie. They held my hands, prayed for me and asked me to walk, but I could not walk. Pastor Casmir asked us not to go yet, that we should wait for him to inform our mother in Israel, Pastor Nkechi. She was about leaving, but immediately she heard about my condition, she asked us to come. When she saw me, she commanded and said, “You foul spirit of paralysis come out of her.” Pastor Sola was with her. Later on, the other assistant pastors came with a few others who joined her and prayed for me.
She came close to me and spoke words of encouragement to me, then, she asked me to walk. When I placed my legs on the floor, I experienced so much pain but Pastor Nkechi encouraged me to walk. I went ahead and placed my legs again on the floor. I started walking with my legs clicked to each other. I would walk and fall, and this continued for some time. There were observers, some who were probably looking in doubt; so, Pastor asked that the observers leave the church premises.
Pastor encouraged me to continue walking, which I did with so many falls, but I was determined to walk because Pastor made me know that I am the healed of the Lord. This happened for over an hour, and Pastor led me in a confession as I took every step. This was my confession: “Sarima is walking, Sarima is running and Sarima runs very fast.” At that point, I already knew I had gotten healed. Pastor hugged me, assuring me that my healing is a done deal.
She asked my daddy to take me back home, as she saw that I was physically in need of rest. She said clearly that as soon as I sleep and wake up that I would walk perfectly. As we got home my daddy did as Pastor directed. He laid me down on the couch in our sitting room to rest and I slept off. Guess what? After my mommy and daddy finished praying, they woke me up to stand and go to my room. According to my parents, I stood up and walked to my room. That instant, I heard shouts of praise from my parents. I asked them what the praise was all about, and they said, “You are healed from the paralysis, you woke up and walked to your room just as Pastor said.” Just as I heard that I looked down at my legs and I fell down again. My daddy had already called Pastor Casmir and told him that I had started walking. Pastor Casmir kept calling and declaring God’s Word over me, encouraging me to be strong that I am already healed. Pastor Nkechi also called me and spoke with my parents to tell us that what we were seeing was a mirage. Subsequently, whenever I tried walking, I would take like three steps or more, then my legs would get twisted up again, but it was far much better than my experience the first day Pastor prayed for me in church.
Pastor directed that I should be given a DVD Healing Journey (Volume I), which she gave my family and me to watch. In it were four true stories which were similar to what I was passing through. They inspired hope and built my faith in me. Psalms 91 was my regular confession.
To cut the story short, I resumed school two weeks before the second term examination. I wrote my exams and came second. I passed through a lot of challenges including losing my voice. It got to where I could not talk for four days. My stomach was rising up and coming down, and at some point, I could not recognize people anymore.
Praise God! Through all these strange things God delivered me. Today my legs are healed and in the right position. I declare with my faith that there is nothing missing, and nothing broken, I can walk freely now. My confession: Sarima is walking, Sarima is running and Sarima runs very fast” is a reality now.
My special thanks go to Pastor Nkechi, our mother-in-Israel for the role she played concerning my healing. I thank Pastor Sola, the assistant pastors, my FOG leader, Mr Dijana. I also thank my parents for not giving up on God and His Word, and they were there for me always encouraging me. Glory to God!