Amaka's Faith: My Testimony.

Imagine yourself pondering over how you were going to pray for a loved one... How bad you needed someone to share a testimony to inspire you and drive you through looking for the perfect words to say, Then it occurred to me, I have a testimony!

I had broken my leg recently, and I recall being worried, and confused, because while I was at the hospital, my colleagues were in school. But I tried to appear strong, and kept praying to God. I had two surgeries, one to place an external fixation, which was an iron rod and some pins drilled into my bone, to hold my bones together, while the wound healed, and the other for a skin graft, so the injury would heal fast.

 After 2months of having an external fixation, and a month with a cast, making it 3months, I went for a checkup, and the consultant saw from the x-ray, and examination of the leg, that my bones were not completely joined. The fibula had come together, and seemed to be preventing the tibia from joining. He put a new cast, and told me to give it 4weeks, and if after the next appointment it didn't join, i'd have to undergo a surgery to break the bone again, and reassemble it, and start the whole process again. He looked worried while saying this, as thou he felt it might not have joined by the given time, and I just kept repeating to myself "What?". I got home, confused and teary, but then I reminded myself to pray. I spoke to the leg, and to myself, that I wouldn't go to the theatre, that my leg would be perfectly healed.

 The 4weeks passed, and on the week I was to have my appointment, I starting feeling that the bone was shaking. Lord! I was confused. Still I kept repeating to myself that I wouldn't go for surgery. On the appointed day, which was the 1st of September, I got to the hospital, had an x-ray, and while my mum and I were waiting for the arrival of the doctor, the result was brought. When I looked at it, I almost burst into tears. The result looked exactly similar to the previous one I had. My mum looked soo sad, but I turned to her and said, "Mummy, whatever happens, i'm going to school." When a doctor finally arrived(not my usual consultant, as he was on vacation), I went in, and he told me he'd examine my leg, and if it wasn't firm, he would put on another cast, a longer one this time. I just stared at him and said to myself, "Doesn't this one know i'd have to have a surgery if it's not joined?". After soaking the cast for close to 30minutes, because the doctor didn't bring his instruments, he cut off the cast. I just sat there staring at nothing in particular, and he held my leg, and started testing to see if the bone would move. Nothing happened. He asked me, "Do you feel any pain?", I looked at him, and actually put my mind to what he was doing. "No I don't", I replied. "Stand up and put some weight on it", he said. I stared at the Doctor, like he had suddenly grown 5 heads. After summoning enough courage, I did. "Walk", he said, and after a minute or two, I summoned the courage to move one leg in front of the other shakily. I shed tears that day.

 Tears of joy. Then I realised that truly, the Lord had heard my prayers and the prayers of my dear family and friends. So now I say, how to pray? With humility, faith and hope that all would be well. Truly, it would be. People can pray for you, and offer you support, but you have to be strong for yourself, pray persistently to your God, and He would answer.

 This is my testimony. 

As shared by a Celb...  

Thanks for sharing this amazing story.