Wednesday, October 31, 2007

I was Dying But Now I LIVE

Completely Healed.

On the 12th of october this year, I hadn't been feeling too well all day and was trying to sit out the dizzy spells. Whenever I feel lightheaded I always try and sit still for as long as it took to get rid. I also asked a collegue for an aspirin.. yes.. I do have a pharmacy background and know aspirins are "anti-inflammatory's" and so should be used "if" pain is felt. Well I did say I was abit dilerious. I took 400mg, and still didnt feel any better.

After visiting the bathroom I decided at 9.45pm to do a final check before I left for home, but as I tried to stand I collapsed and fell in my office becoming unconcious. Was on the floor for many minutes, before I heard the footsteps of my collegues. I woke up, tried to make a dash for my door when they asked me if I was coming with them. As I told them to give me just five minutes, I became unconcious again. They were afraid, called the paramedics, as I was going in and out of unconciousness - 4 times before the paramedics had arrived and again twice when I was with them.

I doubt my collegues will forget that day in a hurry. When I was taken to the hospital, the doctor found out I was anaemic, to the point where I had lost half of my blood. But how could this have happened. Well, as they tried to keep me in / admit me, I remembered my mum " saying to myself, they will not kill my mum for me" God-forbid if she was to hear I was in the hospital. I discharged myself immediately, promising to visit a GP at the earliest, and to start an Iron treatment as soon as possible. My collegue who was with me begged me to stay but I refused. We had only walked a few steps when we realised there were no taxis outside, and as he went back to get the receptionist to call one, he heard a man running screaming in Italian, "there is a lady dying outside". Well the doctors ran out, carried me onto a trolly and wheeled me into the main part of the hospital before I could say "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO". lol.

I was then held hostage in the hospital and was not going to be let out until my Haemoglobin count got to 8.0. The doctors were very confused and baffled on the reason a young gal like me could have lost alot of blood, and after all the tests could not find anything. Every thing was fine, but I was still loosing blood.

The Lord had surrounded me with such nice people to work with that I had visitors constantly, bringing me food, fruits, gifts that I will never consider buying for myself, flowers,, so much love. I got all the "hot" nightware stuff, slippers, new clothes, tons of sucks, Coco Madmoselle by Chanel to keep me smelling fresh.. so much gifts, that some of my visitors wished they were in my bed instead of me. My mum who had boarded the next flight out to take me back to the UK for specialist treatment was amazed with the treatment that I had that she was happy that I was in the right place.

The doctors decided to give me stuff to fix my stomach walls (just incase it was leaking out through there), after which my HB count started to rise. But they still didn't know what could have caused it. The day before I was due to be discharged (which was Monday October 22nd), the doctors decided to do a final test for a certain bacteria, and there it was, there was a bacteria embedded in my duodenum (over 25.8%) that had made little holes in my stomach causing my blood to leak, and the aspirin didn't help too much cause it had thinned out my blood and increased the blood flow. Aparantly you can contract it as a child through water.. lol.. (hmmmm what dirty water have I been So there it was. I never felt any pain, and the silly thing was just there making all this holes and just increasing its To think I almost went home with them in my stomach I have now finished my course on antibiotics..

To say that my steps were ordered by God is so evident, because if my collegues weren't at work that late, or if I had gone home earlier that day, I would have gone from being unconcious to starving my brain of oxygen and then slipped into a coma without anyone knowing. I say this, because the nurses kept waking me up the first four nights I was there to make sure I was still in the land of the And again because I walked home down a steep path with a nice waterfall flowing by, I could have just have fallen and no one would know I was there.

So I want to take this opportunity to thank God for the supernatural miracle He did for me, and how He surrounded me with people so that when the enemy tried his best, the ones for me were greater than the ones against. I was discharged on Tuesday the 23rd of October.

So my blogpals keep giving out crazy praise to God, for I was dying, and now I LIVE.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Thank YOU

My love to all and heart fealt thanks to all those who prayed and contacted me during my stint (12 days to be more precise) in the hospital (will elaborate another day).

To say that the Lord is indeed a healer is an understatement considering what He did for me. He is my ROCK and Salvation, the Love of my Life and my body guard. In the darkest hour, He refused to let me be sifted, for He had already spoken a word concerning my Life, and because He is not a man to lie nor the son of man to change His mind, He used His own hands to bring about my healing so that the Words He had already spoken He will bring to pass.

I love you all, and Thank You again.

Monday, October 08, 2007


His Words says in Psalm 18 vs. 43 -46:

"Thou hast delivered me from the strivings of the people; and thou hast made me the head of the heathen: a people whom I have not known shall serve me. As soon as they hear of me, they shall obey me: the strangers shall submit themselves unto me. The strangers shall fade away, and be afraid out of their close places".

The Lord is indeed a wonder - all I can do is but testify of His goodness. Today was thE Board meeting I blogged about many weeks back. And even though I trembled before the presence of men who have caused impacts in their field of science, the Lord helped me ALSO to stand. To think that little me, was able to present to such an audience and STILL came out smelling like roses was quite an achievement.

This was not the first time I have had to present, I have been presenting my work for over 5years now, but this one was a little different. The future livelihood of the centre and its existence depended on my skill of expertise and my ability to wow the directors who would then relay back to the funding body if a further 5years should be granted after 2010.

But I stood on His word in psalm 18 vs. 43 - 46; and took captive of their mind to make them obedient to Christ Jesus. I am glad to say I had an excellent presentation (If I say so myself - and was very well congratulated by the board). Now I pray that they will grant the centre their requests.

My position here was created for such a day like this, and the centre was proud to announce the recruitment of their top expert “which apparently was Me" - lol.

The Lord has spoken that I will be the Head. And nothing can reverse His words. So even though I felt that I was going to go out and disgrace my God, because He gave me this position and I was foolishly wasting it, He still stood by me irrespective of my stupidity. Thank you Lord, for not treating me as my sins deserve. Today I am a leading biologist. Who would have thought it?

Monday, October 01, 2007

Okay, I HAVE Got to give God some CRAZY praise!!

My church here in Verona had dedicated a three day fast (for the last three days of the month of September) that was to end on Sunday. I partly joined – well to tell the truth I really didn’t. You see I don’t have breakfast here, because its coffee and croissant (whatever), have a huge lunch (courtesy of you know who), and no dinner (cause of the fear of getting fat). So in all, technically it could be said I already fast, so I will be deceiving God, when I know I already don’t eat after a certain time. So I chose to pray more and read the bible (the bible part – well not as much as I would have hoped).

So on Saturday I told myself wouldn’t it be funny if I woke up late and missed my train on the day to break the fast and I WAS LEADING Worship. I told myself what nonsense. I rebuked that thought immediately. I woke up on time, but for some reason was dillydallying, and looked at my time 22 minutes before my train leaves. I almost fell on the floor. You see it’s a half an hrs walk to the train, and I haven’t been feeling too well so wasn’t sure how I would get to the train on time. I screamed so loud, carried my back pack and made a dash for the door (the buses are hourly, already missed it). I started to run. My heart, lungs whatever gave way. I could no longer breathe (after 1 meter - I am so unfit – don’t let my mountain climbing deceive you). I decided to hitch a ride, no one would stop (why would they, black girls here stop cars for you know what). I started to run again, telling myself I won’t make it, but had to rebuke the thought, and started to tell myself I will. As I made a run for the roads, from nowhere a lady stopped. She spoke no English, but said “stazione” I nodded and she took me there. I was so grateful. I got to the station train was delayed by 10mins. Was upset for stressing myself, but this was the beginning.

I finally got on the train, arrived in Verona the same time I usually arrive, but my pickup had been and gone (he was very early – wanted to get to the church on time cause it’s a very significant day). I called him, he was on some different network that charged like a Euro per min, ended up telling him I’ll get the bus and to inform the choir that I wont be able to lead worship – will be late (also called Pastor to tell him), but forgot to get the bus number. Tried to call back to find out, credit finished. I was like, OK then I’m going home. Don’t know where I was going, and can’t be getting a taxi, where will I tell the driver to take me. As I contemplated going home, I saw some of my church members, their bus had been delayed. As in I thanked God for seeing them.

We waited, bus was still nowhere in sight, so I offered to pay for taxi, so we could at least make it to church. When we got there, I still managed to lead the Worship, Most amazing service, and GOD confirmed the words He spoke to me during my last week in Blacksburg at the family conference meeting. I was now more than sure that God had purposely brought me to this country. It was simply an amazing service. Finally when the pastors dropped me off at the train station to get my train, there were no trains.

I waited and waited nothing. I wasn’t sure what to do, there were too many people at the train station, and I thought something big was going down in Verona. After an hr and a half wait, I decided to get myself on the cue and try my non-existent Italian at the ticket people to find out what was happening.

On joining the cue I spoke to this German lady who spoke English who informed me that there was a National Strike. The train drivers were ON STRIKE – and only my Line was affected. Yes can you imagine a national strike but only MY line was affected. The train Italia was on strike from 9pm Saturday to 9pm Sunday, but only trains coming and going to my end were cancelled.

I was also informed that there should never have been any train (as in under normal circumstance I should not have been in Verona that day). It was plastered every where that no trains will be running (which obviously I couldn’t read), and it was just random that there was that train from nowhere that morning. It was the only random train that ran that day to Verona.

The only train that should have left during that Strike period was 9.21pm train on Sunday evening from Trento.

So you see I had to have gotten on that train, because God had made a way for me to get to Verona to hear what he had for me. And for some reason I wasn’t supposed to attend that service (under normal circumstance). Sometimes I wonder, who am I that He is so mindful of me.

People at work are shocked that I made it to Verona on Sunday morning, like no way, there shouldn’t be any train, and even if there was, they would stop during the strike period on the tracks, never getting to the destination. But Here I was, on a strike day, on a random train that got me to my destination. And I was on it to hear the message GOD had for me.

Yes I ended up staying for 5 hrs at the train station to catch the 9pm train back, but I didn’t mind the wait, because the Lord pulled out all the stops for me to get there, and Hear what He wanted me to know.

So my message to you is, don’t worry you can never loose out with God. When He has something for you, He'll pull out all the stops to make sure you get. So keep giving God crazy praise because He is more than ABLE and can move mountains just for you only.