Good day, Church.
A few days ago, I was reminiscing and it suddenly dawned on me—God has indeed been pampering me!
In October 2024—if I remember correctly, it was the first Sunday—Pastor Sola urged us to commit to prayer throughout that month, and I did. After that, God’s favor began to surround me in ways I can’t fully explain.
First, I got a job in the second week of October. Then, my younger brother was scheduled to come to Lagos in November for treatment because a mass was discovered in his throat. This was the third time a mass had been found, so we were scared—we understood the implication.
But when I spoke to my brother, he said he wasn’t worried at all, and that this time, he was going to trust God completely for permanent healing. I joined my faith with his and told God, “Whatever mass is seen in his throat must disappear!” Church, believe me when I say that God answers prayers. When my brother got to Lagos, the doctor wasn’t around, so they asked him to do a CT scan. He did, and the report said that from his head to his neck, everything was completely normal.
They then asked for the previous scan he had done before coming to Lagos, and he showed it to them. When the doctor finally came back, he looked at both reports and said, “There’s nothing I can do here—he needs to go back to Benin.”
We started dancing and praising God!
But God was not done. When my brother returned to Benin, the doctors there were also confused. They decided to pause treatment while they tried to figure out what had happened. And Church, from December last year till today, the doctors are still trying to understand what changed.
The funniest part? My brother still calls them for updates, and they say, “We’re still on it.” Then he laughs and tells them, “That’s your punishment for sending me to Lagos!” Church, is God not good?!
Now, for the second part of my testimony: I lost my job in December and became jobless. I couldn’t afford anything for myself. After the Mercy Conference, I started believing God for a new season. But to be honest, things were not getting better.
On the day Pastor Sola spoke about giving towards the Mercy Seat Project, I felt very sad. I told God, “This project will not be completed without my contribution.”
I continued my job search, holding onto God. And finally—I got a job!
I was ready to accept anything, no matter how small, because I had very little experience in my field. But the offer I was given shocked me—it was beyond what I ever expected. At that moment, I knew: This can only be God.
Now guess who will be giving towards the Mercy Seat Project?
Yes, it’s meeeee!
Praise the Lord!
Indeed, God is faithful—today and always.
Sis. P.O
FA