My name is Nkiru Iwuala. I have so many testimonies of healing from this pulpit, for me and for my family members who are not in Port Harcourt or even in Nigeria. But today I just want to share two. I want to thank God for healing me of two diseases whose names I do not know.
A few months after my wedding, I noticed a lump in my breast. It was actually the pain I was feeling in that area that made me start checking. I had learned that as a woman I should self-examine my breasts from time to time but I seldom did it. As a result of the pain I was feeling in my breast though, I decided to examine myself and I noticed a lump that was really small but quite painful. Of course I was quite concerned and several thought bombs assailed my mind.
Anyway I cursed the lump, broke bread regularly and confessed my healing. I decided to wait for healing service like a child that would say to his bully, “Wait, my father is coming.” Alas it was not at a healing service but at a regular service that Pastor Nkechi called my case. During the first service she said that there was someone with a lump in her breast and the person should raise her hand. I was reluctant at first because after I cursed the lump, I noticed that the pain reduced but I still felt the lump. So I thought, ‘Why would I raise my hand for such a small case?’ When nobody else raised their hands I decided to raise mine. Pastor prayed and I claimed my healing.
In the second service, which I also attended, being in the choir, Pastor called the same case but specifically said, “It’s not the same person that was in the first service.” I knew then that it was me God had in mind when He gave Pastor that word of knowledge. Since that day, I have not felt that lump again. It’s gone and the pain is gone. God be praised!
In February, the devil came at me with a urinary tract infection. When I went to the hospital, the doctor gave me a specular examination. He shouted, “Jesus! What is that?” when he looked inside my body. He said I had a classic case of the disease, a kind he had not seen in a long time. Of course I was rejecting everything he was saying. This was barely two months after my wedding. I had never had a urinary tract infection before in my life: six years in the boarding house, four years of campus life, NYSC and so forth. I was shocked.
In order to prevent it, as the doctor said he couldn’t even say for sure what had caused it, I decided to research on causes and preventions of Urinary Tract Infections as I was clueless. In addition to discovering that they are not sexually transmitted, I also learned a lot of symptoms one of which was pungent smelling urine.
This one struck me because I had not noticed this symptom when I had the attack. However, some months after, I noticed a pungent smell whenever I urinated: a very very bad smell. Now all the information I gathered about this infection claimed that it could be recurrent. So when I observed this smell I was not happy. I had taken a lot of precautions to ensure that it did not recur, but this smell gave me some concern. I thought, “You see why Pastor says we should not be googling diseases?”
I collected a form from my office with the intention of going to see the doctor for an examination as I was chided by the doctor who treated me the last time for not coming early, but then again, I thought, “Why not wait for healing service?” So I did.
When healing service in May came, I went prepared, and believed God that my case would be called. However, it wasn’t. The atmosphere was so charged though that I completely forgot what I was believing God for. I was busy screaming and rejoicing with the people whose cases were being called. When Pastor Nkechi held hands with Pastor Sola to pray at the end of their ministration, I stood up. I knew I could not remember what it was I was believing God for but I just felt I needed to grab something. So I stood up and took my healing.
When I got home, I urinated and I perceived the smell and it was then I remembered, “Oh, this is what I was believing God for.”
I felt a bit down cast that I had forgotten about it during the service but still I confessed that I was healed by the stripes of Jesus and I went on with my day. Obviously God did not forget about it, though I did. Just a few weeks ago, I noticed that I no longer perceive that smell when I wee. Yes I made a conscious effort to drink more water, but I have always been making a conscious effort to drink more water so I know it wasn’t that. I don’t know what caused it, I don’t know what it was, but I know it’s gone and I know God sent His Word and took it away.
I thank God for pastors who teach the word on healing. It takes courage and a great deal of faith to do that. But pastors who don’t deny their congregations a great deal. I’m glad I have pastors who are not afraid to take on the Word in all its ramifications. Hallelujah.