When I finished secondary school, I fell sick. Before that time, I had been living what I would describe as a supernatural life, where I hardly depended on drugs or injections. I trusted God completely for my well-being, and that had been my reality for a long time. But this time, things changed in a way I did not expect, and it shook me deeply because it was not my usual experience.
I became seriously ill and was given seven injections along with several medications to take. I followed the instructions and took everything as prescribed, hoping to recover quickly. However, despite all the medication, there was no improvement in my condition. Instead of getting better, I remained the same, and that began to trouble me because it was not what I was used to.
As a youth leader, many people kept coming to the house to check on me. While I appreciated their concern, I became uncomfortable with the constant sympathy and the repeated “sorry” I was hearing. It began to affect me emotionally, so I decided to leave home for a while and stay at a friend’s place where I could have some quiet and avoid the attention.
One day, while I was lying down at my friend’s place, I heard a voice ask me a question that immediately caught my attention. The voice said, “Do you think this illness can be treated with medication?” The moment I heard that, something clicked inside me. I understood that it was more than just a random thought—it was a call to shift my focus.
Without wasting time, I made up my mind to return home and pray. It was already around 6 p.m. when I got back, and as I arrived, I realized that everyone in the house had gone to church. I was completely alone in the house, and that moment felt very intentional, as though it had been arranged for me to have that encounter without any distraction.
So I began to pray, and I spoke honestly from my heart. I said, “Father, I was not there when the Bible was written, so I cannot say whether what was written is right or wrong. But I have read in the Bible that Jesus was wounded for my transgressions and bruised for my iniquities. I thank You because drugs cannot handle this sickness. Therefore, heal me now, in Jesus’ name.”
A few minutes after I finished praying, something unusual happened. I suddenly felt as though someone poured cool water on my back, and the sensation was so real that it startled me. I immediately wondered who could have done that, but then it quickly came to my mind that I was alone in the house, and there was no one around who could have poured water on me.
So I asked aloud, “Who poured water on me?” And then I heard that same voice again, saying, “But you were asking God for something.” At that moment, everything became clear to me. I knew instantly that what I had just experienced was the answer to my prayer, and a deep conviction settled in my heart.
Immediately, something rose inside me—a boldness to act on what I believed had just happened. Before that time, I never took cold water; I always preferred warm water because I was careful with my health. But at that moment, I said within myself, “If this is truly the answer, then let me prove it.” So I went ahead and took cold water without hesitation.
Nothing happened. There was no negative reaction, no discomfort, no sign of sickness. I was completely fine, and at that point, I knew that something had truly changed. That was the end of the sickness, and from that moment, I never went back to taking the drugs again because I was completely healed.
That experience marked a turning point in my life. It made the Word of God real to me in a way that goes beyond reading or hearing—it became something I had personally experienced. It strengthened my faith and gave me a deeper confidence in God’s power to heal and to respond when we call on Him.
The Word of God is true, and you can rely on it.
Absolutely awesome God we serve! His word is true!!!
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