Cured

admin Jan 5, 2019 3810 0

All the way from secondary school I had battled with acne/pimples.

About everyone did at the onset of puberty and it left them alone, but like Pharoah, it refused to let me go.

When I was an undergraduate, it began to come and go at short intervals, so i can't recollect a time my face was spanking smooth and fresh, except in pictures I took at the studio and so much editing had been done before being uploaded or used for my album art.

Plus concealers, foundation and brown powder helped me a lot.

I masked heavily when going out daily to hide them a little.

It was like as I advanced in age it got worse.

Everywhere i went, in the taxi, bank, church, walking by myself on the road, at work, everywhere, people stared, they gave advice.

Someone told me the most ridiculous one last year.

She said " Sharon, you can't have it all, you are so beautiful, so you have pimples, i am not that beautiful and so my face is smooth, God doesn't give one person all".

Wait, wait was she telling me about another God or the one i know for myself?

You want to tell me about home made acne regimens? Really?

Come and I will end up having you schooled.

I have tried them all, honey, lemon, tomato, tooth paste, baking soda, black soap, sulphur, turmeric, steaming, a lot of topical creams, to a lot of other suggestions I was too tired to try.

So I met a medico last year and she claimed its hormonal pimples that's why nothing was working.

So she placed me on medication and one really expensive primrose evening oil I was asked to take daily.

I took all faithfully, instead of improvement, new zits popped out everyday.

They were so so painful, like I had many zits on my face and each was painful even without me touching them.

They dripped water of their own accord!

Sometimes, they were as big as boils, so I had to keep cleaning.

Many times I have stood in front of the mirror and all I hear was me saying is "Lord I'm tired, I'm tired" and before I know it I'm crying so profusely.

Not tush cry ooo, sitting on the floor type of cry (Haha, y'all just see me calm or playful outside, I have cried tire alone and I was free to cry very well because I stay alone at home).

Early 2017 I wrote on my yearly expectation list, "Lord please take the pimples and spots away. I told Jesus "you are the perfection of beauty, please beautify my face by ridding it of this chronic acne".
Godincidentally, I was privileged to meet with my pastor just in April 2017, I didn't even ask him to pray about the pimples because I didn't remember.

When he would pray for me, he told the pimples to dry up. I doubted a little, but on my way home that night I just knew the pimples had reached its expiry date, so I slept without applying my regular things at night just to prove to God I believed the prayer of his servant.

By the next morning ( I KID YOU NOT!!) I woke up and went about my normal activities and then I stumbled on a mirror and saw all the pimples, every single one was DRY!

God in heaven is my witness.

I met my pastor shortly after the first meeting again and he told me in the most compassionate and fatherly way I have never seen, "Each time you sing and the camera picks your face, I had always noticed the pimples, that was why I had to command it to dry up the day I saw you personally and it is never coming back again". Amen!

Its like two years and a month now after he prayed for me and my face is clear. My honey now is for making granola ooo, not for pimples.

I am amazed that God cares about everything that concerns us.

My high priest Jesus was touched by my endless battle with acne and he orchestrated a divine arrangement with my man of God that by just one word, something I have struggled with for years left just like that.

This child is super grateful

If my God could care about pimples, please you have to tell him about everything that bothers you, he will hear and will answer.