In early 2025, I woke up one morning feeling extremely dizzy and short of breath. My husband rushed me to
the hospital, where doctors diagnosed me with hyperacidity. I was confined for several days, but because it
was still during the COVID pandemic, no one—not even my child—could visit me. After discharge, we
underwent quarantine before returning home.

Not long after, the symptoms returned. Once again, I struggled to breathe and was hospitalized, this time
with my mother by my side. The cycle of chest tightness, shortness of breath, weakness, bloating,
constipation, and even blood in my stool continued relentlessly. Fear consumed me. Each day felt like it
could be my last. I couldn’t care for my child properly and didn’t realize how silently they suffered too.
Overwhelmed by negativity, I avoided the news, as even hearing bad reports triggered panic attacks. I
couldn’t sleep or work, and even traveling for medical checkups was difficult due to rough seas and heavy
monsoons.

Months later, during another city checkup, expenses piled up. I skipped some prescribed medications, which
caused tension and fights with my husband. He told me, “You have to fight,” but I didn’t know how.
One day, a friend messaged me unexpectedly with a video about God and introduced me to a daily live
program on Hope Channel called Journey with God. Out of curiosity and desperation, I watched. Though I
believed in God, I realized I didn’t truly know Him. My prayers were routine, not from a real relationship.
Slowly, I began reading the Bible—something that had sat untouched on our shelf since our wedding.
Despite a poor internet connection, I continued watching Journey with God. I often cried during the
broadcasts, feeling God’s Word speak directly to my pain.

My prayers became sincere, morning, noon, and night. Hope, once slipping away, started returning. Every
verse felt personal, as if God was speaking to me.

A friend later sent me a book titled HOPE—the last one available. Amazingly, she didn’t know the depth of
my struggles, yet God used her to deliver exactly what I needed. The book brought conviction and
overwhelming guilt, but also grace. God wasn’t condemning me; He was calling me back.
My faith was fragile—full of doubts and questions—but I was no longer running away. I was seeking Him,
even in uncertainty.

The struggles continued, but friends helped us find a trusted doctor in another town. After tests, the results
were normal. Though doctors suggested psychiatric care, I wasn’t ready to face the emotional and mental
pain.

I clung to Philippians 4:13:
“I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”

Tensions grew between my mother and husband, leading to heartbreaking moments and ultimatums. Yet
God was still at work, healing what I couldn’t fix.

Eventually, my husband and mother reconciled, breaking down walls and bringing peace. Psalm 147:3
became real to me: “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

 

In December 2021, a devastating typhoon struck. Despite lost power, food, and damaged homes, God kept
us safe. Isaiah 41:10 reminded me:
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help
you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

After more challenges, I was diagnosed with Panic Anxiety Disorder and began treatment. Slowly, I
improved, holding onto Jeremiah 30:17:
“But I will restore you to health and heal your wounds,” declares the Lord.

In 2023, we moved into our unfinished home. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a new beginning.
Then, our daughter was diagnosed with Acute Glomerulonephritis. Despite heartbreak and guilt, we held
onto faith, trusting God’s healing promise. We now travel twice yearly for her checkups, and by His grace,
her condition improves.

Throughout our trials—physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual—we have found faith and strength in
God’s grace. 2 Corinthians 12:9 encourages me daily:
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
Our doubts and fears have faded, replaced by hope and trust. We continue praying, believing that God will
heal us completely.

Matthew 17:20 reminds me:
“If you have faith as small as a mustard seed...nothing will be impossible for you.”
God never left me. He met me in my darkest moments and is healing me from the inside out. My husband is
on this journey too, and we are seeing healing in our relationship as God softens our hearts.
This testimony is not just about sickness, but surrender and trusting God’s faithfulness. If you are in a dark
place, know that there is hope. God sees you, hears you, and can turn your brokenness into a testimony of
His grace.

May God continue to heal and bless us all as we patiently wait for His return. Amen.