This is my testimony of how God has powerfully healed me. I am still in awe of what He has done. I am normally a private person and I have to admit I do not like to show vulnerability, but as I do not have words to thank God and there is absolutely nothing I can do to pay Him back, the least I can do is to publicly declare and show that God of today is still the same Mighty God as in the Bible and that God is still very much performing miracle healing today as two thousand plus years ago.

I have been having problems with my liver for the past three years. It all started when I became pregnant with Shiloh. Throughout my pregnancy, I could not keep food or drink down, I was vomiting consistently and was in severe pain. At first I was diagnosed with gastritis and hyperemesis gravidarum. I was told this was because of my complications with my pregnancy.

However, after I had Shiloh, my situation improved for a little bit but my condition deteriorated particularly around last year summer. Every time I ate, I would have this excruciating, sharp pain. There are no words to describe the pain. It was worse than labour. Keep in mind that I have birthed two children! As I am writing this, just thinking about the pain make me tear up.  At first, the doctors prescribed me morphine but then had to put me on a cocktail of opioids and pain killers together in order to alleviate the pain. I have attached a picture of my cocktail. I had to take at the same time:

2 tablets of Codeine

2 tablets of Buscopan

2 tablets of Ibuprofen

2 tablets of Paracetamol

2 tablets of Ondansetron(an anti sickness) to make sure I did not throw up the drugs.

1 tablet of Tramadol (alternate with codeine)

I was going in and out of hospitals, I had blood test after blood test, MRI scan and endoscopy. You name it, I had it!  However, the doctors could not pinpoint what exactly was the cause of my liver problems. I even brought a book about a liver detox because I saw reviews on YouTube and followed to the T! This is how desperate I was to find a cure.

I could not eat meat, rice, pasta, bread, certain veg, fruits, etc. and was only able to eat a small amount of food once a day. My illness has negatively affected my life. Because I was not eating much, I was not getting enough nutrients and was always extremely tired and prone to illnesses.  I went from always opening my house and having fellowships to not be able to have people around. I was either in pain, high from the medications and I was genuinely afraid of food. As you know, in our church, we live by the Word of God and food! Therefore, fellowships were a no to me. Jahrone had to become my carer and was not able to commit to ministry or go out with the brothers in church because he had to take care of me and the kids while at the same time run a business in order to financially support us. I am a “soccer mum” as my boys are extremely energetic and I was not able to take them to their activities and take care of them. This was heart-breaking for me to not be able to be there for my children and to see Jahrone not be able to be the people person that he is.

I often missed services and at times I had to deal with the notion of people believing I am backsliding. I did not take offense to it because I knew people genuinely care but if I had to be honest, it was annoying and disheartening at times.

During this time, I have prayed, Jahrone has prayed, fasted and I knew God will heal me. I have never lost faith. However, my mind and I guess the enemy have mocked me and made me question my faith (and even my worth) especially when I was bent down in pain, but I knew it was a question of when more than if. On Wednesday 24th May, it was the day of my healing. During service, Noah shouted “Mummy, go!” when you called for people to come forward to be healed. This showed to me how he has been also affected by seeing mummy not being well.  I couldn’t tell instantly if I was healed but I knew I was. I felt God and I told Jahrone that I wanted to eat the greasiest pepperoni pizza and have ice cream. These were food that will have me scream in pain and take me to the A&E and probably having to wait hours in agony before a doctor can see me. I went home, and I ate the whole pizza (hardly left any for the kids) and had two scoops of ice cream and I had no pain. I had the best sleep and since then I have been going to fellowships and eating everything with no fear! I am healed! Praise God! My only prayer now is for me to stop eating before I need healing from obesity.

I want to thank God and would like to declare that God is amazing, He has not changed and truly is a Healer (and my caring Father)! Nothing is impossible for Him!