My Personal Testimony of God's Faithfulness: A Journey From Fear to Hope

Last year, on August 22, I experienced something that completely shook me. It was a night like any other—until it wasn’t. I never expected it, but God’s faithfulness was evident in every moment of that terrifying night. I want to share my story with you because it’s a testimony of His grace, power, and how He’s always with us, even in our darkest moments.

A Night That Changed Everything

It was around 11:00 PM when I started feeling unwell. My stomach was upset, so I decided to go to the comfort room to relieve myself. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sight of fresh blood in my stool. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew something was very wrong. I was scared—so scared. I had no idea how serious it was, but instinctively, I called my friend and neighbor, Mac.

“Mac, I need you. Can you drive me to the hospital?” I asked, my voice shaky.

I could hardly stand on my own, feeling weak and dizzy. But I managed to get to my phone and ask for help. Mac didn’t hesitate. He was there within minutes and rushed me to the hospital.

Rushed to the ER

The moment we arrived at the hospital, things moved quickly. I was rushed to the ER, where I was greeted by a nurse who immediately told me that they needed to check my stool. She handed me a small plastic container, and I made my way to the comfort room again to collect a sample. But as soon as I entered the room, everything went black.

I don’t remember much after that. I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I regained consciousness, I was still in the comfort room, feeling disoriented and dizzy. I managed to collect the stool sample, but I could barely keep my balance as I walked back out. I handed the container to Mac, who was anxiously waiting outside.

But after that, things get a little blurry. I fainted again, collapsing in front of Mac. He said he called for help, and the nurses immediately came to my aid. They helped me into a wheelchair, and I was rushed back to the ER.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The doctors and nurses were moving quickly now, and it felt like everything was happening in a whirlwind. My attending physician performed some tests and informed me that I needed to be admitted. I wasn’t allowed to go home. At that moment, I didn’t even have the strength to fully comprehend what was going on. I was completely drained.

As the nurses transferred me to a stretcher to take me to my room, I passed out again. This time, it was even worse. I had a seizure.

I don’t remember much of this, but my friend Mac was there, along with my niece, who had rushed to the hospital when she heard what happened. My niece was crying out for me, calling my name, but I wasn’t responding. They said I looked so pale—my lips and nails were white, and I was unrecognizable. I couldn’t wake up. But in the midst of it all, I believe God was with me.

Regaining Consciousness

Somehow, by God’s grace, I regained consciousness once I was in my room. I remember feeling completely exhausted, but I was aware enough to realize that I had been through something serious. The doctors and nurses were doing everything they could to stabilize me, and Mac and my niece were there by my side, offering support and praying for me.

Looking back, I realize that moment was a pivotal turning point in my life. It wasn’t just the physical challenge I was facing, but the emotional and spiritual battle too. I had never felt so vulnerable. I didn’t know if I was going to make it out of that hospital room. But as I lay there, I felt an undeniable sense of peace. It wasn’t the peace that comes from having all the answers—it was the peace that only God can give when we trust in Him, even when we don’t understand.

The Tests and the Waiting

The following day, my doctor performed some routine tests and then sent me for a battery of additional tests. Honestly, everything felt so alien to me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been admitted to a hospital, and I thought I was healthy. I thought I was doing well. But now, there I was—hooked up to machines, being tested for all sorts of things.

The results came back, and thank God, everything was normal! What my doctor had initially suspected—cancer—was negative! The news was a relief. The doctor simply prescribed some medications and put me on a liquid diet until my stool returned to normal. I ended up staying in the hospital for four days. Four days, but those four days felt like a year. It was like time stood still in those four walls.

Finding God’s Peace

During those four long days, I spent a lot of time in prayer. I watched preachings online, and I listened to praise and worship songs. One song, in particular, struck me to my core. I don’t remember the title now, but there was one line that kept repeating in my mind: "When I look back, I see where You have brought me so far."

Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. I meditated on them, and it hit me—God has been faithful and good to me all these years. He has brought me to a place I don’t deserve, considering all the mistakes and sins I’ve made. I am not worthy of His goodness, but still, God loves me. He loves me so much that His faithfulness never wavered, despite all my wrongdoings.

I cried out to Him with a heart full of gratitude and awe. At that moment, my prayer changed. It wasn’t just about asking for healing anymore. Instead, I prayed, “Lord, if it’s Your will that You take me now, I am ready. It’s okay. I have seen and tasted of Your goodness, and I know Your love is unchanging.” I didn’t pray for healing; I prayed for His will to be done. I realized that His purpose for my life was not over yet. And so, by God’s grace, healing took place.

A Miracle of Healing

I was handed my bill four days later and discharged from the hospital. Hallelujah! God had healed me, and I could go home, not just physically healed, but spiritually renewed. I believe God used that time to draw me closer to Him and to remind me of His unwavering faithfulness.

Since that day, I’ve seen life through a different lens. I live with a sense of urgency and gratitude, knowing that each day is a gift. I now view life as precious, and I’m more aware of His goodness than ever before. Each day could be my last, and I don’t take it for granted.

Living with Purpose

My prayer life has deepened since that time in the hospital. I am more intentional with how I live, more focused on what truly matters. I give God all the glory and praise for His faithfulness and His healing power. In Jesus' name, Amen.

If you’re reading this and going through a difficult season, know that God is with you. His faithfulness doesn’t change, no matter where you are or what you’re facing. Trust Him because He has a purpose for your life, just as He does for mine.

Thank you for letting me share my story. I hope it encourages you to keep trusting God, no matter what challenges you face. Let’s walk in faith together, knowing that He is always by our side, guiding us with love and faithfulness.