GOD WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU (Part 4) - Another disease.

A story from when I was 11.

In 2007 I had a dream that I had been tied down on a table, in a room full of people who were dressed in black surrounding me. I tried hard to wake up but I couldn’t because sleep paralysis had tied me down. I knew what I was surrounded by. I knew my soul had been summoned into a coven. I tried to wake up and out of this dream but it was not working.

I saw one of the people dressed in black, a woman to be precise. She took a tool and cut me open. She packed all sorts of worms in my belly and I struggled but she was successful. Aside being tied down to the table these people held me down more because I was fighting back.

After everything was done I was able to wake up. I woke up sad and weak. I couldn’t tell my mum because at the time no one believed what I was seeing and hearing at night. My spirit was aware of everything happening around me in my sleep and I didn’t understand why. I would speak mysteries to my mum and she would say the things I was describing were too wierd for her until later everything I told them I had seen and heard began to play out.

I kept this vision to myself. I was very young and only knew a prayer I had to put together myself. I would pray this prayer because I was mostly very afraid to sleep at night as I could hear everything people were discussing and saying. When I woke up I wouldn’t see anyone around.

This was my prayer:

God send your presence down to me. Let your presence come to me like an eagle and hover over me. Send your angels and let them circle around me. When they come, let them come with swords of blazing fire and circle around me and let the Holy Ghost build a wall of fire around me.

Not too long after I had this dream, one morning my mother woke up from a dream screaming. She ran to my room, scooped me off my bed and hugged me. I remember she prayed so hard over me and I asked her why she behaved that way and what she had seen. I was young but I knew she had seen something. She took me to my uncle (a pastor) where she began to narrate a dream she had had.

She said she had a dream we were coming back from a trip and on the highway she saw an animal that looked like a rhinoceros charge at us in the car. She said it was too dangerous to dodge because that would mean killing all of us so she asked my uncle what she should do and he told her to face the animal. She stepped on the accelerator and addressed the rhino with the same force it was approaching the car. She hit it hard and it went under the car almost turning the car over. She said it came out from under the car dead and then from no where I got down to look at the dead animal. She said she screamed for me to get back into the car because there was another rhino charging at us from behind, but I wouldn’t listen. My mum began to cry and we asked her why. She said she couldn’t remember whether she left me there or not in the dream.

(Side note, even if she left me there or not, God didn’t)

My mother and uncle declared a fast. For days they fasted and would come and pray over me every night. In the morning I would go to school like a normal class 5 kid (even though I knew I was not normal 🌚🌚😅😉) and in the evening they would start a prayer marathon on top of my head.

One morning I woke up feeling extremely weak. My temperature was about 40 degrees. My mother rushed me to the hospital and I was admitted right away. The nurses and everyone around, even the lab man was frantic. I was down with malaria and typhoid (or so they thought) and my doctor was treating the sickness very aggressively.

I was out of school for about two weeks before resuming. The week I resumed school, by Wednesday I was down again with a terrible fever and this fever would just not go down. My doctor was in panic mode. He requested the lab man to run tests on my urine and stool. I struggled to get urine and stool out of me. It was so hard and they had to manage with only a few drops of each out of me.

Lo and behold I was down with a kidney infection/disease. By that time my throat was so sore with pimple-sized bumps I couldn’t swallow food and had began to grow lean. This is why I was slim for a very long time in my life because after recovery It took about 10 years to return to flesh. I was in the hospital for days. I had taken injections to a point where they didn’t even hurt again even though the medications were actually painful some even causing my hands to swell and sometimes stiffen when they administered them through IVs. Not being able to eat or swallow was breaking my heart. I could only manage a little soup and force myself to swallow some banku. 🌚😂

I was so happy to finally be discharged not knowing there was another river to cross. It was time to heal my throat. Anytime I sucked on vitamin C I would scream in pain. The pain was intense I had goosebumps all over my body and my hairs would raise. My grandmother would have to hold me down and someone else shut my mouth tight so that I don’t spit the medication out. I can never forget the way my mother screamed when she saw how badly sore my throat was. These bumps were even on my tongue.

I could finally resume school and by that time, it was already time for exams. I was so skinny I can’t even believe this is me now.

Why do I write these things? Because I have to show working so that one day when you see me on a stage and I am talking and people are praising God, you would know that I didn’t get there just by getting there. For 28 years of my life I have suffered. No year from birth till this day has been void of suffering. In my younger days, things HAPPENED! So much HAPPENED! I didn’t understand because I was a little girl, but now that I am older, I thank God for keeping these things in memory!

I want there to be a time to come where after meeting me someone’s broken heart can be healed in an instant.

To be called is hard. It is painful. To be heaven’s lab-rat is wild, but when the glory days come, nothing can shift you from what you stand on.

You need to get to point where you can say:-

1st Samuel 17

David said to Saul, "Let no one lose heart on account of this Philistine; your servant will go and fight him."

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Saul replied, "You are not able to go out against this Philistine and fight him; you are only a boy, and he has been a fighting man from his youth."

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But David said to Saul, "Your servant has been keeping his father's sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock,

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I went after it, struck it and rescued the sheep from its mouth. When it turned on me, I seized it by its hair, struck it and killed it.

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Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God.

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The LORD who delivered me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine." Saul said to David, "Go, and the LORD be with you."

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GOD WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU!