I caught COVID-19 last year march after everyone felt it had trickled to a silent stop.
When I tested positive to it, I stopped work for some days. I made sure my land lady knew about it even though it left a lump on her chest.
She had to set up a regimen of sort around the Kitchen and for a while I lived like a hamster in a cage, my freedom was curtailed, and I could only peek out of my apartment hole to get some food, freshen up and settled back into my new world of self-seclusion.
Everywhere looked dark, my nose was stuffed, my breathing lost rhythm and my head felt hazy and clustered.
My soul was brilliant, full of lustre and fire. Even when thoughts of death flooded my mind and grim pictures of many people who have died from COVID, was crawling persistently on my thoughts, I knew my life was secure.
Since I was born none of my fears have ever come true. Fear I have come to know is Satan’s science of spiritual experimentation. He wants to find out how you respond to the stimulus of fear and then he begins to plot the next stage of his assault.
I kept testing my self with the COVID-KIT and I knew the day I was going to get well, and when I tested myself, it was all clear. Satan went home with 7 lorry loads of disappointments. I felt no pity for him!
In year 2020 a tiny but very vicious fish bone got stuck in my throat from a soup I had and affected my respiratory track, knocked me out for an entire night. I called out to the ambulance service which returned a call with an unsure availability response and till morning I was gasping and feeling sick.
A dark voice was echoing of my death in a little corner of my head.
I called my good friend from Nigeria, Mrs Chinwendu Ihebereme, Prayer warrior extraordinaire and shared my experience with her. She prayed with me and as I sat in the waiting lounge of the hospital to be seen by a consultant, I felt a quiet movement in my throat, and Instantly I knew I was healed.
When I got to the X-ray it did not show any trace of stuck object. I went home free.
Satan sulked home with an unsold stock of lost battle and fruitless campaign.
And just this year after I finished my meetings with some churches, I had a meal at a cousin’s house that set my stomach on a ‘hurricane fire’. I vomited and went to toilet until I had no more strength to walk.
Satan and his choir were busy trying to compose a funeral song for me…. And death was looming around my thoughts.
In no time, by the next day I was up like a gazelle in the savannah, fresh and kindled with new life. Hallelujah!
And I have always wondered: could Satan ever win a battle over a child of God who enjoys the grace of God’s supernatural protection? He couldn’t !
And I said this to you if you have been sick and feeling paled out as Satan keeps invading your thoughts with death. Rest assured on God’s word and voice this conviction with your mouth.
Resist the devil and he will flee-James 4: 7.
There couldn’t be any more prophetic message than this declaration to you that Satan has lost the battle over you and you are healed: Isaiah 53: 5.
Satan by this would have lost the umpteenth time…Praise the name of the lord Amen.
