For weeks, my life was overshadowed by a strange and persistent stomach upset. It wasn’t the usual discomfort, this was deeper, sharper, and completely unexplained. The pain came suddenly, stayed unpredictably, and left me drained. Simple tasks felt heavy, and even eating became something I approached with fear.
Eventually, I went to the hospital hoping for answers and relief. Test after test was conducted, blood work, scans, examinations, but everything came back normal. The doctors were puzzled. They treated the symptoms but couldn’t tell me the source. I left with medication but no clarity, and the pain continued as if nothing had changed.
There is a particular helplessness that comes when professionals can’t explain what is happening in your own body. Yet, in that low moment, God began to stir something in my heart, an invitation to trust Him beyond what I could see. One night, when the pain hit harder than usual, I placed my hand on my stomach and whispered a simple prayer: “Lord, heal me. You know what the doctors cannot see.”
It wasn’t a long prayer. It wasn’t loud or emotional. But it was sincere. I cried, not only from the discomfort, but from the exhaustion of carrying something I could not understand.
And then, something happened.
Within minutes, the pain began to ease. Not gradually, suddenly. It was as though a heavy weight lifted off my abdomen. The burning sensation vanished, the tightness released, and peace flooded my entire body. I sat up slowly, confused yet overwhelmed, waiting for it to return. It didn’t.
That night, I slept without pain for the first time in weeks.
From the next morning onward, everything changed. I could eat normally, move freely, and live without fear of sudden attacks. The discomfort that had become part of my daily life disappeared completely. No medication, no diagnosis, just the undeniable touch of God.
Looking back, I realized that what was hidden from human eyes was never hidden from God. Where medical knowledge reached its limit, His power continued. I don’t discredit doctors—they do what they can—but this healing was beyond human hands. This was God reminding me that He is still Jehovah Rapha, the Lord who heals.
Today, I share this testimony not to boast, but to glorify the One who restored me. God healed what a hospital could not diagnose. He answered a whisper, honored my faith, and reminded me that He is always near to those who call on Him.
I am healed, whole, and grateful, and all the glory belongs to God.
