I TESTIFY…HE TOUCHED ME

About a month ago, I had an incident. Lets just say it was an accident. I tripped on the stairs and hit my hip bone hard on the metallic stair rail. I didn't feel lots of pain at the moment and so did what most of you could have done. Get deep heat and massage the right leg besides developing phobia for stairs. Fast forward two weeks later, I begin having muscle cramps at night mostly and the entire leg freezes. I have hot water bottles with me in bed to warm whenever it freezes. When I do laundry and step on cold water, only this very right leg would freeze and become utterly painful. Then week 3, and the pain isn't getting any better. I suffer much on crazy Nairobi traffic jam as blood literally seems not to flow in the knee-ankle section. I even struggle to walk in some occasion and I get worried since my life requires lots of walking.

So today, I have a doctor’s appointment for an X-ray to be done. No heels, just flat shoes and am looking forward to be checked and hopeful for good news. 

Today is special. This morning was different. I woke up and almost got late because the buses were scarce. But I made it to devotions at a church in town. I remember sitting down and making a simple prayer.

 “Lord, I know You are all powerful, You are the Great I am. I have encountered You as Jehovah Jireh, I have known You as Jehovah Shalom, my peace but this morning, I desire to know You as Rapha, one who heals me. One who sends His word and heals my diseases. Lord heal my right leg, let your healing power flow in Jesus name and as I go for that X-ray...may it go well with me.”

Barely had I finished that with my head bowed than he made that appeal. 

A very young man was leading worship, it was powerful, and we were singing Holy is the Lord...He stopped and with my head still bowed, I heard this young man say these words...

"This is something I am slowly learning to do, obeying the voice of the Lord when His spirit prompts me. There is someone here with pain on the right leg and especially the foot, the Lord says, even now, you are made whole, you are healed." 

I don't know how but I found myself at the altar, and the very young man prayed for me and I knew I am well. I cried at how real God was to me. He reminded me that He cares about even the tiniest things I jot down in my diary. He hears my prayers all the time. Even when I barely find words for them; those times I feel like He hasn’t heard. He cares, and that like the Father He is, I will always be a child in His arms.

He is omniscient, He is everywhere we are, and He speaks. I was completely humbled. God is no respecter of persons. He uses those that are willing. Young, old, widowed divorcée as long as you are willing and obedient. I went for my appointment and had all tests done, scan, arthritis and everything was clean. I was only given heaps of painkillers.

He healed me. I am healed. He cares that I love my heels and being girlie, and that I still have to dance with a 7inch stilettos on my wedding.

I am singing Mthusi Namba’s’ I am That I am ‘with Joyous celebration https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-w1E5my51XI .

That’s my story, and I testify!