On February 20th, 2024, my life took a dramatic turn when I experienced a spiritual attack that nearly cost me my life. Prior to this incident, my faith in the Lord was already fading as I didn’t see God working on my behalf to fulfill my desires. Slowly, my desire for God diminished, and I allowed worldly things to consume me instead.
Before February 20th, I caught a cold that lingered in my system for weeks. Despite trying various remedies, nothing seemed to work. I began to notice physical changes, with my face looking drawn and lifeless. However, I didn’t realize the severity of the situation, and when people asked if I was okay, I assured them that nothing was physically wrong.
As time went on, things worsened. I lost my appetite, struggled to eat and sleep, and started having distressing dreams of animals attacking me. I even dreamt that I was shot. One day, I began vomiting, and to my horror, my vomit was black and filled with seaweed. I also started to taste fish during the vomiting episode. As my condition deteriorated, I felt light-headed and eventually collapsed, passing out while blood came out of my rectum. My parents tried to hold me up, and I even died four times in their arms.
On that fateful day, February 20th, 2024, all I could see was darkness but then, the Lord showed up and rescued me. Prayers were lifted up for my life, and He heard the cries of those praying for me. I was delivered from the clutches of death.
After visiting the doctor, I learned that I had lost three pints of blood. The recovery process was terrible, with constant headaches and sleepless nights. However, I overcame those challenges, and today, I stand as a living testimony to the goodness of God, alive and well. Praise shall continually be in my mouth.
The person who planned this attack doesn’t even know me well, but the anointing upon my life disturbed the spirit within them. Despite this, my God never leaves me nor forsakes me. His hands have always been upon me.
2 Corinthians 4:8-11
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed; Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body. For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus’ sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.
Thank God, He delivered you, Nikkk. Did a person try and poison you or was it more of a spirit attack?
It was a spiritual attack on my life, and I thank God that I am in the land of the living to share this testimony with you.
Praise the Lord you were delivered from Satan and his power of death!! I went through a similar experience with the vomiting and looking run down… I’ve been delivered but the terrifying 2 yr experience has affected me in so many ways.
Despite the haunting memories of that dreadful moment, I am grateful for the unwavering goodness of God. We are overcomers, rising above the darkness, and more than conquerors, defying the odds. Though the scars remain, they remind us of our battles and resilience. Through faith and perseverance, we find solace, knowing that our past does not define us. In the face of adversity, we push forward, guided by divine grace.