My testimony

John 8:17 I am the one who bears witness about myself, and the Father who sent me bears witness about me.

God's hand is upon my life.

This evening I was led to share this.

I hardly share testimonies even if I do it’s to specific people.

Upon returning home from the hospital, I saw this tiktok video and cried.

I searched for the song on YouTube.

The song is not in English and is spirit-filled.

It says, “ God's hand is upon my life, it guides me. Why won’t I praise him for his goodness and kindness, for his hand is upon my life?"

This song is so simple yet powerful.

Two days ago I felt ill the morning I returned to school.

I felt so ashamed because it happened in church and I caused a scene.

I couldn’t breathe and fell from my chair in church while listening to the preaching.

Normally, in church, I never sit with my mother but this Sunday I did. God really had everything planned.

So I was rushed to the hospital, and I was put in the emergency ward. I lost consciousness for a few minutes. When I awoke, it came gradually. I could hear people around me talking, but I couldn't see them. But eventually, I could see and hear.

The moment my mother instructed me to pray, I was torn between praying and blaming God. But instead, I talked to Him. I told him I didn’t want to be there. I informed him that I had been through a lot and was tired. I was in so much pain. I told him I would want to leave that hospital knowing everything was wrong with me.

After 18 years of my life, I found out exactly what was happening to me. I didn't know how to deal with the news at the moment. I did not know how to express how I felt.

But deep down in my heart, I was grateful to God that I had found what was wrong with me.

I thought the devil had me, I thought it was my time. I nearly gave up because I was overwhelmed with the pain. But my God saw me through.

I got something from the hospital. I shared the room with other patients but there was this particular old man who lay next to me. He was also very sick. Anytime that came to change his line he’d cry and anytime he groaned and screamed Jesus. I would cry too and pray for him. I could feel his pain and then the pain I was suffering through and cry.

One lesson I learned is that as humans we are nothing. If we get extremely sick and bedridden and dependent on others, we’d value life more and take it more seriously. We would respect everyone regardless of their status or wealth. Let us show love to people. Let us be compassionate.

It doesn't take much to smile at someone or offer kind words to someone. It may be the last time you see them. You'd look back and regret it.

Look, life is too short for a funfair, life is too short to treat people badly. Be kind and show appreciation - these simple acts of kindness can make a difference in someone's day. We all deserve respect and kindness. Spread kindness and compassion to everyone you meet.

Also, when you want to give up on life remember the God who has called you. The devil always tries to destroy God's children but fails. I know God's hand is on his children. He would never leave us or forsake us.

It is important to be grateful for even the little things. If you can wake up every morning, breathe, walk, give thanks to the Lord for everything, even the minute things.

I’m grateful for the people in my life, those who constantly checked up on me. Much love. Most importantly, I’m thankful to the almighty God for seeing me through.

My brother, my sister, God loves you.

Song of the day - "Owu Oluwa nbe Lori aye mi"

Bye, lovelies.❤️

Until next time🤗.