Sought by Love: Stories of Miracles, Mercy, and Healing

God Still Performs Miracles: A Testimony Series

These real-life stories affirm that faith, not fear, has the final word. Be encouraged by these testimonies of healing, deliverance, and God’s perfect timing.

 

Greater Than Cancer: Faith Defied Diagnosis

My simple trip to visit my children in the U.S. was meant to be a short break. God had a different plan—one that would expose His mercy when I least expected it.

I had been ignoring abdominal discomfort and irregular bleeding, dismissing it as perimenopause. Thankfully, my brother, a doctor, wasn’t so easily convinced. A quick checkup led to alarming scans.

When the surgeon reviewed the images, he was stunned. “How did you even make it into the country on time?” he asked. The truth was, I was walking around with a dangerous, spreading growth in my uterus. My visit instantly became a medical emergency, rushing me into surgery.

As they wheeled me into the operating room, my children wept. I clung to my faith and shouted over their tears: “Where is your faith? I do not have cancer. I am not going to die!”

The surgery was long, complicated, and intense. My internal organs were severely affected. The lead surgeon later confessed his hands were shaking when they opened me up, having never seen anything like it. All signs screamed cancer. We waited, terrified, for the lab report to confirm the inevitable.

The Miracle Report: Days later, the results arrived: No cancer. Not a trace.

The growth was benign. The doctors were speechless; they couldn’t explain it. But I could. We danced, we wept, we praised. All the chemo prep was canceled. The fear was gone. It was an unquestionable, divine miracle.

Even the extensive medical bills—running into tens of thousands of dollars—were mysteriously reduced to a fraction, which God provided for down to the last cent. I’m sharing this for the silent worrier and the struggling believer: God still heals. Faith is not denial—it is defiance. It looks disease in the face and says, “You will not have the final word.” I am not just telling a story; I am the story. 

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 Facing the Fear of Death: Surrendering to God’s Will

A few years ago, I stood at the painful truth: someone I loved deeply was dying, and I didn’t know how to let go. My dear aunt’s body was tired, but we, her family, begged God for a healing miracle.

One day, my mum called, trembling: “She’s taken a turn for the worse. Please pray.” But as I began to pray, the Spirit of God interrupted me with a quiet rebuke: “Why do My children fear death?”

The words stunned me. I realized that for a believer, death is not defeat; it is the doorway to eternity. Yet, my human heart wrestled. I couldn’t bear to accept it. I joined my cousins and prayed hard, hoping God would change His mind.

Finally, God gave my brother the courage I lacked. He spoke to my mum, urging her to “ask the Lord for the grace to pray rightly.” That message reached my aunt’s husband. He knelt beside her hospital bed, took her hand, and surrendered her to God’s perfect will.

Not long after, she passed peacefully. That night, several family members received visions of my aunt in heaven—dancing, radiant, and pain-free. It was a divine reminder: death has lost its sting.

We grieve, but we do not mourn as the world mourns. Letting go doesn’t mean giving up; it means surrendering to the One who carries souls. In Christ, even death has been defeated.

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Sit and Feast: Trusting God at the Table He Prepares

I started the year in a fierce spiritual war zone. My newborn baby boy, just days old, was the target of an enemy determined to steal his life. Worn out from a C-section, I couldn’t fight, but one word sustained me—a promise God had spoken even before his birth: “I have set a table before you in the presence of your enemies.”

That was the anchor. I trusted that if God had set the feast, He would guard it.

We spent Christmas and New Year’s in the hospital, but God showed up. Every scheme failed. The Lord stood as a mighty shield over my baby, deflecting every arrow. We walked out victorious, whole, and healed.

The lesson? When wild, snarling enemies surround your table, God says: “Sit and eat, Beloved.” If you stare at the predators, you’ll never sit. If you fix your eyes on your Father and His promise, you’ll feast in peace.

This promise is for you too. Whatever you’re facing—sickness, fear, or financial pressure—don’t let fear steal your seat or doubt rob your feast. God fights while you feast. Rest in His provision and pull up your chair.

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Alone in the Dark: A Journey Through Depression and Deliverance

My post-partum experience was not the flood of joy I expected. After my first baby, the crying didn’t stop, and instead of joy, I felt hollow, empty, and sad. My mother brushed it off: “Snap out of it.”

I had two more children and stayed busy, but the color drained out of my life. I dreaded getting out of bed. I missed the identity of my 20-year career. I lashed out, cried without reason, and felt deep guilt for being an emotionally absent mother.

The breaking point came during an argument in the car. Feeling trapped, I opened the door and leapt out of a moving vehicle on the highway. Miraculously, I rolled into a ditch. As I lay there, scared and bleeding, one question pierced the fog: If I die like this, will I make heaven?

I eventually sought help from a wise Christian friend. She listened to everything I’d hidden for years and gently said, “You’re suffering from depression.” Finally, someone named it.

I spent ten days indoors, praying, reading, and healing. I apologized to my husband, who had loved me through the darkness. Then, days before my birthday, walking in the rain, I heard Him: “What do you want for your birthday?”

I didn’t hesitate: “To wake up with a song in my heart, like I used to.”

The next morning, I woke up with no weight, no fog, and burst into a song of worship. The cloud had lifted. Dear woman, you are not alone. God still lifts heavy clouds and brings the morning song. Don’t suffer in silence—seek help, speak to someone, and let the light in.

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Obedience Saved My Life: The Whisper in the Banking Hall

It was a regular afternoon on my way to the bank, until I heard a quiet thought: “You don’t need this money now.” I brushed it aside. The money was needed, and I was already turning into the parking lot.

Inside the crowded banking hall, a strange, uneasy tension hung in the air. The thought came again: “You don’t need this money now.” I filled out my cheque and joined the queue.

As I stepped up to the cashier, I heard it a third time, crystal clear: “What value is there in your disobedience now?”

I froze. Without a word, I walked past the stunned cashier, turned around, and drove off.

Barely minutes later, a friend called: “Get indoors quickly. There are reports of gunshots and an armed robbery.” My husband’s contacts confirmed it: the robbery happened inside my bank. I was next in line. Those two minutes I saved by leaving could have cost me everything.

This taught me a powerful lesson: Obedience is not optional; it’s life-saving. God’s voice won’t always come in thunder—sometimes, it’s a whisper, a check in your spirit. Don’t wait for clarity or proof. Obedience itself is the confirmation. Listen the first time, because the next time God whispers, “Not now”—it could make all the difference.

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Healed by Praise: The Blood That Speaks Better Things

I returned home to find my two-year-old daughter walking gingerly. The doctor quickly confirmed my mother’s instinct: Pneumonia. Her blood count was so low he couldn’t believe she was standing, and she needed an immediate blood transfusion.

My heart raced, but in a moment of quiet faith, I took a bold step: I signed her out of the hospital.

At home, I didn’t panic or plead. I reached for my shekere (African praise instrument) and began to praise. Slow at first, then louder. I danced, I cried, I sang. I did battle not with fear, but with worship, believing that the Blood of Jesus had already provided the healing.

The next morning, I returned her for testing. The doctors were speechless. “Is this the same baby I saw yesterday?” they asked. Her blood count was perfect. No pneumonia. No need for a transfusion. She was running and laughing.

Worship is warfare. It is the key to unlocking heaven on earth. When medicine runs out, praise steps in. When logic fails, God’s power prevails. Whatever you are facing, lift a song. Praise is your weapon. Use it.