The subject of miracles is a controversial one among professing Christians. There are those who believe that the days of miracles such as recorded in the Bible are over because of their interpretation of certain verses in the good book.

And there are others who believe that there was no such thing as a day of miracle but rather what we have is the God of Miracles and since the God that works miracles, is unchangeable, miracles of such magnitude as the blind person receiving his or her sight, the lame person walking in answer to the prayer of faith do happen even today.

Assuming you were taking a back stroke in a swimming pool and a friend comes along to inform you that there is no water in the pool, you would had gently reminded your friend that you are wet already.

Here's my personal experience of a miracle that changed my perspective forever on the controversial subject.

The Pain of disease in our home

The year was 2016, if my memory serves me well. I was in the university, far away from my hometown, studying for my first degree, when I learnt that my mum was dying.

I was thrown off balance. Mum had been sick for awhile and she had managed to keep me and my siblings in the dark about her terminal sickness.

I later learnt that when she took me to the studio to take a photograph with me earlier that year, she was secretly saying her bye to me in preparation for her demise.

Mum has always meant so much to me and my siblings. She single-handedly raised us after the demise of our dad when we were at a very tender age.

It was her goal that we would never suffer any setback as a result of the demise of our dad. A very common experience of fatherless children in our community. She achieved her lofty goal credibly well.

You can imagine the wave of shock that the bad news of sickness must have sent to my spine knowing that my education and welfare as well as those of my siblings were on the line.

The perplexity of doctors in the hospitals

My mother had been to several hospitals in the course of her sickness. She was finally referred to the Obafemi Awolowo teaching hospital in Osun State, Nigeria: one of the best in the country.

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At the hospital, several consultants were in charge of my mother's case. Several tests were conducted, they sent samples from her body overseas. They then suspected cancer, but they couldn't prove it scientifically.

My mother was dying while all this was going on. She had spent all her money on hospital bills without any sign of relief in sight.

The doctors were as perplexed as my mother's relatives who were in the known about her deteriorating health condition.

Finally, afraid that she might soon pass away, I was informed about her health condition.

I returned home in a haste. Fortunately for me, in my first year in school, I had come across a group of Christians who believe in miracles. They influenced me to submit the Lordship of Jesus Christ and to turn away from my past sinful lifestyle.

On getting home, mum narrated her ordeal to me and explained that she had kept me in the dark about her sickness to protect me from distraction that the knowledge could cost me. I understood her perfectly.

One striking thing about her sickness was that, on several occasions, she explained to me how she would see a coffin in her dreams. An unknown personality would urge her to lie down in the coffin while she would resist the invitation until she would wake up from the dreamland.

In retrospect, I realized how my newly found faith at that time saved her from untimely death because after listening to her story, I recognized that her sickness was spiritual having read of similar accounts in T.L Osborn and Daisy's book- The Gospel According To T.L And Daisy.

I gave mum the book and that was the beginning of her recovery!

The Prayers for deliverance and help

I fasted and prayed earnestly to the God of Miracles for the healing of my mother.

Later, we had a prayer vigil, in a branch of a Pentecostal church that was closest to us at home and prayers was offered for the deliverance of the sick. Nothing extraordinary seems to have happened that night.

But on getting home, the next morning, my mum called me and told me that the usual symptoms were gone. She was healed. That was the end of wasting away, spending money on drugs and hospital bills.

How glad I was that miracles still happen in my days. My mum is still alive and in good health as I write this blog. I successfully finished my education and even went for further studies after graduation, thanks to God for the healing of my mum.

If you are in need of a miracle, look up to God. He still work miracles today. This is a true life story and not a fiction.