Lola's Testimony

I went to school with Lola and I remember some of those days she described in her testimony but had totally forgotten about the testimony until I read it on her Facebook page. My faith was so strengthened that I asked her to share it with you guys again through the blog. I hope you find some courage to believe God again as you read Lola’s Testimony.

Lola’s testimony… “A few weeks into my undergrad programme in 1997, I had to go back home because I was terribly ill. I went straight to the hospital where I was admitted. Some days later, my right leg, just above my ankle started swelling up. The doctors decided to puncture it and puss started coming out. I was in so much terrible pains...

They carried out some tests and x-ray and found out it was ostiomylithis. This is a wound caused by an infection that sits directly on top of the bone and eats the bone until the bone breaks. I thought it was something that would just heal up automatically, lo and behold it was much more than I bargained for. Some days later, I was discharged from the hospital, given some drugs and asked to come for a daily dressing of the wound.

The puss didn’t stop infact it increased by the day. I had to go back to school against all odds, became my own Nurse in dressing the wound. I got some black jeans; I’ll go to school in the morning, by the time I come back in the evening the lower part of the jeans will be heavily soaked with the puss. This was heart breaking and a night mare for me. I couldn’t put on plaster or bandage because the bacteria would thrive more in a warm atmosphere. I needed to allow some fresh air. Talk about the best antibiotics of this world they all failed. At a point, I had to stop the drugs because it wasn’t working again and I was just losing weight.

I tried some local concoctions which did nothing! We went from hospital to hospital for a solution to no avail. We went to see a prominent orthopaedic surgeon in Ibadan back in the days, and then my brother who is a doctor and the specialist were talking in medical terms which I had to decode for myself because they didn’t want to scare me. At the end of their conversation everything they were saying was crystal clear to me; the wound is not going to heal up by itself without a surgery which is absolutely not the best but would only suppress the rate at which the pus is produced, and eventually I stand a high risk of losing my lower limb!

Wow! I was scared to bones. By the time we got home, I headed straight to bed. I didn’t want to discuss it with any one, no solution in sight. I wept like a child. In the middle of the night, I sat up straight in the bed and I encouraged myself. As a young believer I’ve being hearing some amazing testimonies about Jesus in my church, it’s time I run to Him. I got some materials on faith and divine healing. I never missed the communion service. I started confessing the word of God over the wound and within 6 months of consistency the wound was completely healed – healed after 2 years of torture!

Here I am, 14 years after, I’m still healed. The spot where the wound was is virtually the same as other part of my skin. Now if this is not Jesus I wonder who did this.

“if you do not believe me, believe the works” John 10:38. God bless you.”