I promised God that if my dad was discharged from the hospital, I would share this testimony.
My dad was in the hospital for 23 days. His veins were extremely difficult to find, and whatever IV line they eventually got usually “tissued” within 2–3 days.
His hands had been punctured so many times. Finding another vein was becoming a constant battle.
One day, the senior doctor asked why I had refused a central line. I explained that I wasn't completely against it. I just wanted a senior doctor to first try the IV line. If they couldn't get one, then we'd consider the central line.
She agreed to come and set it herself. Before she left, she told me, “If this line tissued again, we're doing a central line.”
I agreed.
A senior doctor eventually came and inserted the line.
The moment they left, I prayed over that line:
“Lord, in Jesus' name, this is the last line my father will carry in this hospital. He will not need a central line. This line will not tissue.”
I believed that prayer.
My family and I continued praying about it every night.
Then something else happened.
My dad started retaining a lot of fluid. His body became visibly swollen. I remembered that he had previously been treated for heart failure, so I brought it to the doctors' attention.
They reviewed his previous records and adjusted his treatment. They reduced the fluids and introduced a diuretic. For about five days, he received the medication through that SAME IV line.
Then, in the middle of all this, they came again and said they wanted to put in a central line because the IV line wasn't flowing well that the blue canola is used for babies etc.
I had already bought the central line for ₦40,000 because I didn't want it to look like I was being difficult.
When the surgeon came, he explained the risks: infection, sepsis, accidental puncture of organs and other serious complications.
I couldn't even let him finish.
I said, “No, sir. We don't want the central line.”
My dad agreed.
The house officer was furious that I had rejected it.
But I remembered the prayer.
That IV line that normally lasted my father 2–3 days stayed in place for MORE THAN A WEEK.
It was used for countless injections, including antibiotics and other medications.
And guess when they finally removed it?
THE DAY WE LEFT THE HOSPITAL.
The line never tissued.
For a man whose veins had been so difficult to find that doctors repeatedly had to puncture his hands just to get access, this was not normal.
I prayed.
My family prayed.
And God answered.
It is God that did this.
This is the testimony I promised Him I would share.
Thank You, Jesus. 🙏🏾❤️
I got goosebumps studying my Bible today.
In Genesis 28, Jacob has his famous vision of a ladder stretching into heaven, with angels ascending and descending.
He wakes up trembling with awe. On his own initiative, he sets up the stone he slept on as a pillar, pours oil over it, renames the place Bethel ("House of God"), and vows to give God a tenth of everything if God protects him on the road.
Fast forward twenty years to Genesis 31.
Jacob has spent two decades being cheated, exhausted, and trapped in Laban's household.
When God finally appears to tell him it is time to return home, He does not introduce Himself with an intimidating, distant title. He does not announce Himself as the Almighty or the Creator of heaven and earth.
He looks at Jacob and says: "I am the God of Bethel, where you anointed a pillar and where you made a vow to me."
Do you realize what is happening here? God grounds His very identity in a runaway's memory.
For twenty long years, God remembered a desperate prayer spoken over a rock in the dark. He lets a flawed human encounter define holy ground, taking the name a frightened fugitive gave to a stone and adopting it as His own divine signature.
Now leap forward over a thousand years to John 1.
Philip brings his friend Nathanael to meet Jesus. When Jesus sees him coming, He says: "Here is a true Israelite, in whom there is no deceit."
Remember what the name Jacob actually means. Jacob was the deceiver, the supplanter. Jesus is deliberately invoking Jacob from the very first sentence.
Startled, Nathanael asks, "How do you know me?"
Jesus answers: "Before Philip called you, when you were under the fig tree, I saw you."
In Jewish life, sitting under a fig tree was the recognized place for solitary prayer, meditation, and wrestling with God in private.
Whatever Nathanael was carrying beneath that tree, whether an unspoken sorrow, a quiet wrestling match of the soul, or a prayer he thought had vanished into the silence, he believed he was entirely alone.
He had built no altar, poured no oil, and made no grand vows. He was simply sitting in the quiet with an ache he could not fix.
Yet that single sentence undoes him completely. Nathanael breaks: "Rabbi, you are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!"
Then Jesus ties the entire story together:
"You believe because I told you I saw you under the fig tree? You will see heaven open, and the angels of God ascending and descending on the Son of Man."
Angels ascending and descending. That is word for word the scene from Genesis 28!
Jesus is telling him that the ladder his ancestors saw was never a stone staircase in the desert, and Bethel was never just a coordinate on a map. The ladder was always a person. The bridge between heaven and earth was standing right in front of him on a dirt road in Galilee.
The contrast between these two men is striking.
Jacob’s encounter was structured. He had oil, built a stone monument, named the place, and negotiated with a formal vow.
Nathanael’s encounter was raw. He was sitting in the shadow of a tree, empty-handed, carrying a weight he had no ceremony for.
Yet God claims both as holy ground.
He is the God of Bethel, the God who honors the altars you build when you have the strength to build them.
And He is the God of the Fig Tree, the God who sees you when you are too exhausted to promise anything at all.
Don't blame us if we believe in GOD so much!
- As children we watched our mothers cry to God and miracles happened!
- Fees got paid
- Rent got paid!
- There was food no matter how hard it got..
- Mama had one name on her lip and that was Jesus!
Don't underestimate the power of prayer!!!
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The fact that he didn't make it doesn't invalidate the thousands who did.
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