Personal Stories

About 18 months ago, I lost my boyfriend in an accident. When I got the news he passed away, I had a nervous breakdown. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and move anything in my body. When I reached home, I went straight to bed to read my Bible but while reading, I threw it across the room yelling, “How can God let my boyfriend die?” From that point on, I stopped believing in God even though I grew up in a Christian home and knew all about the miracles of God.

We started listening to Joseph Prince 10 years ago. At that time, my oldest daughter had given birth to a baby at 24 weeks but the baby only lived for 3 days. It was the hardest thing our family had to endure.

In May 2019, I heard Pastor Prince preach a sermon in which he specifically mentioned that someone listening would have a breakthrough in their infertility within the next year. At that time, my husband and I had been married for almost 13 years and were unable to conceive.

A month ago, my daughter was retrenched from her job. My husband had also been informed earlier this year that the company he was working in would be shut down. I am also jobless due to a lower back injury. Things seemed bleak and I worried about how we were going to pay our bills.

I was diagnosed with streptococcus infection (a bacteria that causes disorders such as strep throat, pneumonia and bloodstream infection) and experienced unbearable pain in my head, hands and feet.

Early last year, I woke up one morning and couldn’t open my mouth. When I tried to do so, there was a “cluck” sound. I had difficulties brushing my teeth, eating, and even yawning.

In 2008, doctors discovered 7 lumps in my left breast and one in my right. They were thankfully benign. In 2012, the number of lumps on the left grew to 8. I was told to do a follow up 6 to 12 months later. Shortly after, we welcomed our first baby so I ignored the doctor’s advice to do a follow-up. I also did not follow up out of fear.

Growing up, my son, Zachary, had delayed speech, was violent, would zone out for hours on end, and do just one thing all day. Sometimes, he was also uncooperative. Feeding time could not be delayed—if we were late by even just five minutes, he would just move on to play and there would be no getting him back to the table for the meal.

I am sixty-seven years old and had trouble remembering names, such as those of film stars in popular movies. I even had trouble finding the right words to express myself and feared this was the beginning of memory problems.