My ordeal started when I was forced to marry the man I never loved by my dad. He was a drunkard with a bad character. I was 9 months pregnant when a misunderstanding broke out between us. The misunderstanding led to serious fight. During the fight, he kicked me on my belly.
The following morning, I felt so much pain in my belly. I contacted my parents and they requested that I meet them at home so they could take me to the hospital. I left my husbands house and went home to my parents. My parents took me to the clinic and stayed with me until I deliver my child.
Three days to the day I am supposed to give birth, the doctor came and ran a check on me and found out that I have developed a complication on my womb. So for safety reasons, he advised that the baby be removed. I inquired if my baby would be safe and the doctor told me that my baby might be dead.
The operation was successful. The baby survived. The baby was on oxygen because of the complications arising from the kick. My womb was badly damaged that it had to be removed giving me no chances of giving birth again. Because of the pains and the trauma, I vowed never to go back to my husband’s house and focus on my baby boy.
I worked so hard in order to give him the best of education. God being so kind and loving, my son was the prayer of every mother. He is intelligent and so humble. He is my world. He graduated from college and landed a good job in the city.
On a Thursday morning, I got a call from my son that he would be coming for to spend the weekend with me. I was so excited. I was so happy. On Friday afternoon, I waited for his call but to no avail. It’s getting late and my son is no where to be found. ''Did he forget that today is Friday?''. I questioned rhetorically. I tried calling his number but no one is picking up. I was so worried that I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep the whole night.
I was wide awake. I was furious. So many questions coming up in my mind. At about 10 pm in the night, as I was walking aimlessly around the room, my phone rang. I hurriedly rush to pick up the phone thinking it was my son. Lo and behold, it was an unknown number calling.
Initially I was reluctant to pick. I asked myself “who could be calling me at this late hour of the night with unknown number?” the phone rang the second time, this time I gathered enough morale to answer because I know its not my son.
When I picked the call, I heard the voice of a young man. He called to inform me that my only son, my world has been involved in a ghastly motor accident on his way to my house. I couldn't allow him to finish what he was saying as I ended the call myself. I was devastated.
At that moment what came to my mind was “why all this happening to me oh Lord” I left the house to the hospital where he was admitted. When I got there, my only son was in coma. He couldn’t recognize me. The accident affected his spinal cord. I cried my eyes out.
No one to console me excepts passers by who came to the hospital to visit their wards. At that moment, praying to God for his healing is not even coming to my mind. All that was coming to my mind was questions “why me lord?” “why me lord?”.
Each time I take a look at my son lying hopelessly on the bed, tears would fill my heart. I was told that my son has only two weeks to live because the accident affected his spinal cord and brain. At the moment, I knew really that it was time to call on the supreme God. The healer and restorer of good health.
i went on my kneels. I went into serious prayer. I fasted. The doctors said that even prayer might not save him but for me, I had faith in the death and resurrection of our lord Jesus Christ.
I had faith that by the wounds of our lord Jesus Christ that my son would be healed.
On the the said week which the doctors said that my son would die. I was still praying when my son shaked his body, fear gripped me. I thought that he was dying truly. I continued praying. My son coughed like four times and rose up from the bed. I couldn’t believe it. I creamed so loud that the whole hospital building came to our ward. The doctors were surprised. The nurses couldn’t believe it.
Yes, my son is healed. He was healed by God. I am grateful To God for his mercy and love.
No matter what you are going through, always know that prayer is the key.
Don’t give up when God is till preparing for your case. He can do it. God will do it.
THE VOICE OF PRAYER IS NEVER SILENT...
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