In the year 2019, there was a young lady admitted to my hospital - the Seventh Day Adventist Hospital, Ile-Ife, Nigeria. She had diabetic ketoacidosis precipitated by an infection in her thigh. It was indeed a very bad case. We did everything that could be done for her in the context of our hospital and geographical location. She got better initially and then began to decline. I remember being moved with compassion, laying hands on her and praying over her, ministering healing to her. However, she eventually gave up the ghost after some days.
Fast-forward to the year 2022; enter another young lady, incidentally light-skinned like the first, with the same complication of diabetes, but precipitated by a different infection this time. My first encounter with her was on a consultant round on a Friday morning. She also got better initially, then started deteriorating by evening. I was the senior registrar on call that night. Having implented one or two new measures based on the change in her condition, she improved.
I stepped away for a brief online meeting and ministration, but my junior colleague was in the emergency room and I was physically available as needed and kept checking on her intermittently. However, after my 30-minute session of ministration in the meeting where I and others were charged & stirred afresh to destroy the works of the devil wherever found; I noticed she had started deteriorating again. It began to look like she wouldn't last the night, despite all that was being done. I went to her side and laid my hands on her (mainly her head), rebuked the spirit of death by commanding it to lose its hold on her; spoke life and healing to her in the name of Jesus. It took no more than 3 minutes.
After that, I had one inspired medical thought, which I acted on and found to be quite accurate. Whether it would be enough to keep her alive, I wasn't sure, but it was something, you know?
Anyway, over the next few hours, she made significant improvement. Thereafter, she kept improving consistently, so much so that by Monday morning, my consultant reportedly said of her, "it's a miracle she's alive". Whether he meant it in the most literal terms, I do not know; but for me, it was thoroughly literal, so I began to call her "miracle girl".
I believe that one major reason the miracle girl is alive today, apart from the gallant efforts of all her doctors and nurses, is that someone dared to take a stand. Dare to take a stand, destroy the works of the devil wherever they are found!
There's more about this miracle girl and it will be shared, if the Lord doesn't return before then. Shalom!
