My Experience The Day after Valentine by Precious C Philip

By the grace of God, I am one of God's children who do not spend money on drugs and hospital bills because I enjoy divine health. But on February 15th (the day after Valentine's day), my health was attacked.

I had earlier shared a video on my YouTube channel talking about how medicinal God's word is: if you're sick (as a child of God) and you take time to feed on the word of God [the Bible], you'll be healed, regardless of the nature of the sickness; if you're well and want to remain in good health, feed on the word of God and you'll remain healthy. I shared this video last month, January to be precise. Link to video 👇https://youtu.be/GezpxhIEwhc

Then this month, the devil came to attack my health, which I think God allowed to see if I had enough faith in His word to heal me. So it happened that on Valentine's day, I went out with a sister in the fellowship for evangelism and thereafter, we returned home after doing a little shopping. Then the following day [February 15th], I woke up in the morning to prepare for work, only to notice that my body had been attacked overnight. I went to bed completely healthy, but woke up to see my whole body in unusual excruciating pains.

I had nausea, severe headache, stomach ache, and acute dizziness. I hadn't experienced such before. To come down from the bed was difficult. I however managed to get down and took myself to the bathroom. I thought it was something that would be taken care of by just using the bathroom, but I thought wrong. Despite how I was feeling, I still needed to go to work. Moroever, I enjoy good health, so sickness cannot hold me back from going to work (this is my belief). With this belief, I said a few words of prayer and ignored the sick feeling I had and dragged my body to work.

When I got to work, I was still feeling very dizzy and sick, but I doubted that it was real sickness because I can't be sick. Towards the afternoon however, it became so serious that I had to take permission to go home. When I got home, I felt I probably just needed some rest and I will be okay; it's nothing so serious. I took a shower and slept. But when I woke up around 5pm, nothing changed. It was as if my body got worse.

So I called my fiance and told him what was happening to my body. He prayed for me. I also took the Holy communion and offered personal prayers and slept again, hoping that by morning, I'll be back to my normal self. But it didn't happen the way I thought. I rather woke up [Tuesday morning] feeling more sick. By this time, it dawned on me that this was real sickness. I therefore prayed more and took the Holy communion and went to work.

I got to work and tried to do my official responsibilities, but I discovered I couldn't. It was like the moment I got to work, everything became worse. Speaking became difficult, I needed a lot of strength to talk. I literally lost all strength in me. If I did a little thing, I would start breathing heavily and fastly. Standing up was a tall order. If I managed to stand, I couldn't stand for more than 2 minutes. Walking was gut-wrenching because I couldn't walk steadily owing to the fact that my eyes were hurting, my head was hurting. I couldn't see far, what I could see near me appeared double. My fiance prayed for me again on phone and I tried to stay at work, but when my workmate realised I was 'acting ok', she told me to go home - that I'm still sick.

So I was driven back home in less than an hour I got to work. They asked if I wanted drugs or to be taken to the hospital, I objected. I had a plan: I was going to put a final stop to the nonsense sickness that attacked my body because I had become aware of the source. I got to my room, took a shower, and got very angry with the sickness. I prayed fervently - addressing the sickness and its sender. 

I searched out more scriptures on healing and declared them over my body. I worshipped God from the depth of my heart; with tears in my eyes I cried out to God for help. I listened to Pastor David Ibiyeomie's teaching and ministration on healing. I took the Holy communion in faith again and I promised God that I was going to share the testimony of my healing for everyone to hear and believe in His mighty power. One scripture I kept meditating on and repeating was Isaiah 41:10 "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." This scripture stood out for me because what I lacked most then was strength in my body (it was like all the strength in me was sucked out), so I needed a lot of strength: strength to stand, to walk, to talk, to do things I wanted to do, to eat (despite the awful urge I was having to vomit).

After doing all these, I decided to rest and sleep. I spoke with my fiance, he prayed for me yet again and counseled me to eat the word of God - beginning from the book of John - and to keep touching my body and telling it "You are healed in Jesus' Name." When he said that, in my mind I was like, "that was what I just did: I read healing scriptures and declared them over my body, and I'm constantly reminding God His promise to me in Isaiah 41:10." But nevertheless, I resolved to obey his counsel, because I was ready to do whatever is biblical that would make me whole as quick as possible. I enjoy good health since I became born again in 2012, so sickness is strange to my body and I can't tolerate it; it is terrible.

I therefore picked up my Bible and read the book of John. I was only able to read chapter 1 to chapter 3 because of how weak I was still feeling. I spoke healing to my body and slept afterwards. The next morning, I was surprised I woke up feeling better. I noticed the stomach ache and nausea had left and I had some strength. So I read more of the book of John and took the Holy communion and went to work. 

When I got to work, I was silently praying I don't go back home again, because this time, they'll definitely take me to the hospital. I forgot to mention that on the first day of the sickness, at work, they thought I had caught coronavirus, so on the second day I went to work, they had to inspect me, and God proved them wrong. So on this third day, I had to be fine, otherwise, I'll surely be taken to the hospital. 

But my Father, being so faithful, dependable, good and gracious, did His healing work on my body at work. Having done my part, He made sure He did His part by ensuring that His word in Proverbs 4:20-22 delivered. "My child, pay attention to what I say. Listen carefully to my words. Don’t lose sight of them.Let them penetrate deep into your heart, for they bring life to those who find them, and healing to their whole body."

I did not only stay till the close of work, I went back home energized, strengthened and healed.

By the fourth day, my healing had been perfected as I read more chapters of the book of John. Indeed, God's word is medicinal. It gives life and healing to our body. I do not say this now based on the testimonies of other people, but based on my own personal experience. The devil is a big fool. This attack boosted my faith in God and in the potency of His word. 

Are you sick right now (the nature of the sickness notwithstanding), sit down and consciously and continously eat God's word in faith and you'll be made whole. Are you healthy, feed on God's word constantly to remain healthy. This is my testimony.

Sidenote: I know I promised last week to share some powerful secrets that help me overcome temptations daily on my blog this week, but this happened and I had to testify because I promised God. Please pardon me, next week, we'll look at the secrets to overcoming temptations.

God bless you.