When Fierce Winds Are Stilled

I met this sister in 2019. She gave birth to her second baby and a lot of things went wrong. She was practically wearing adult diapers everywhere at the time she was 31 years old. We prayed. Oh, how we prayed. It got to a point I began to tactically avoid her. She was in that kind of pain that can cause you as a minister to lose your joy. I went to name a baby in 2021, as I was carrying the baby, she came into the venue I almost dropped the baby. I was feeling cornered because I know what she wanted and I had given my all as a minister and yet she was not made whole. We tried medical intervention, only God knows how much we spent in millions. Again, at a point, I got tired. I cannot get stuck on this mountain, I cannot die on this hill. I decided to keep her at arms length and minister to her by proxy. Whenever she would call or write to me, I will delegate a minister to attend to her. I am a man of faith I will forever be a man of faith. Faith demands a response and when there seem to be none forthcoming Faith can grow weary.

On this sister’s case, I cried to the Lord until I grew weary. Then there was this few months of silence… After the prophetic service of September 10, she sent me a message. Then she sent another message after the prophetic service of September 17. She saw some testimonies and the triggered another long message to me. The message read thus: Brother Gbenga, mine is rectovagina fistula. It was the reason I ever first came in contact with you. After all said and done, I'm still with it. So last week, I decided to go to the hospital to make enquiries for surgery because it was appearing worse. Met the general surgeon at St Nicholas and the process he said I would go through was so devastating. He said the surgery was in three stages. A colostomy first. He said I would carry the colostomy bag for six months. This means, the bag would be attached to my tummy and I would stool directly into the bag and not my anus. I cried. Sir, I'm a journalist and I'm too young to go about meeting people, doing interviews with a shit bag on my tummy. He then said the main fistula surgery would take four hours. Then I'll return in six months for the final surgery. He then asked me to do two MRIs scans worth 250k to help them determine where to repair the fistula from, whether the tummy or the anus. I became angry. Where do I get all these funds from? Why would I suffer same problem for six years? Why did I ever come to know you and the Holy Spirit? It was because of this. Yet!!!! So I'm sitting at home this week, fasting and praying. Left to me, God can close the wound and repair the anus and give me a new vagina like nothing ever happened. I won't need to carry plate about asking people to donate for MRI or for three surgeries. Is anything to hard for God to do? Let me see what He will do for me this week or even today. Let Him show me a token of mercy and heal it. I have gone through so much in this short life I have lived to stay on an operating table for hours. I say NO! God responded to her declaration of faith in a wonderful way This morning, she sent me the result posted below. The anal fistula has been completely healed. I bless the Lord God Almighty for this great testimony. Glory be to God Thank you Jesus. Glory!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS: The Lord told me to announce that we should expect old and stubborn challenges to be easily resolved this season I am announcing same to you Jesus saves Even when it seems things are slow and dragging Even when those who are standing with you in faith grow faint and weary Your salvation is in Him El Elyon is The Most High God!