For Osky
This is a FAKE TESTIMONY
I reached out to a woman who had been bedridden for three weeks, her body racked with a fever that doctors couldn’t seem to break. When I walked into the room, the air felt heavy with exhaustion and fear. I didn’t rely on long, complicated words; I simply leaned on the promise that “by His stripes, we are healed.”
As we prayed, I placed a hand on her shoulder and commanded the infirmity to leave. In that moment, the atmosphere shifted. The heavy “fog” in the room lifted, and for the first time in nearly a month, she took a deep, clear breath. Within minutes, the color returned to her face, and she sat up, asking for a glass of water. Since then, she has been completely restored and testifying to the God who still heals today.