Testimony: These eyes

These eyes.

The devil tried really hard to take the eyes God gave me.

For five days in September, 2018 I understood the value of one of the precious senses God gave us.

The eyes. My eyes. I could not read or sit still with my poor eyes.

The attack felt like stick and stones in my eyes.

Bright light brought tears.

The wind brought fears.

It started on the 21st but by 26th, I had had enough of the pains and struggles.

I remembered several healing testimonies.

I reminded God of his faithfulness.

I asked for forgiveness of my sins.

The fears set in. Quickly. People had told me that working with/ looking at  bright screens too long would damage my eyes. I rejected that. 

I used to read with the moon years ago. They didn't get damaged then. Why now? Having spent over a decade looking at computer screens, tablets and phones, I often testify of not endangering my sight, I was not ready for a different testimony. I had Matthew 8:17 down. Isaiah 53:1-4 is one of my many mantras. I will not lose my sight.

I did not lose my joy. I sang through this ordeal.

Midweek service came and I couldn't open my eyes for the bright bulbs in the District center. I kept humming and waiting. My mind replayed 2016 miracle(Cataract for my brother's two eyes and the doctors advise that he won't see properly again but HE DOES!). He sees perfectly now.

Nothing is impossible with God. Armed with my testimonies, I didn't tell anyone about my eyes. While Papa ministered during 26th day of September midweek service, I waited for that touch I knew would come. I took the communion and told God I didn't want a bad sight. He had healed me of 2 terrible armpit boils on a similar night(months ago) so my sight is a small thing.

To the glory of God, the attacks stopped. I read several pages of a book that night. I did not lose my sight.