A Journey of Faith, Prayer, and Miracles

A Journey of Faith, Prayer, and Miracles

It was a quiet morning on December 19, 2024, when the phone rang, breaking the stillness. My in-laws from Pondicherry were on the line, their voices fraught with worry. My father-in-law (Mr Mariasoosai) had fainted, fallen, and was now struggling with blurred vision and dizziness. They rushed him to an eye hospital, where doctors treated his vision issues. For a moment, I hoped it was just a minor health scare.

But by midday, things took a concerning turn. He began to feel numbness in his left hand and leg, and walking became a struggle. Alarmed, my sister-in-law took him to another hospital, where the doctors delivered a diagnosis that no one wanted to hear: he had suffered a brain stroke.

For five tense days, he remained in the ICU. By the grace of God, he stabilized enough to be discharged with a follow-up planned in three weeks. But just as we were beginning to breathe easier, the phone rang again on the morning of December 31. His symptoms had returned, worse than before. Another stroke. Another hospitalization.

As we juggled the emotions of this crisis, another call came. It was December 30 when one of our church believers reached out to us, distraught. His father, Dr. Rajaprasad, was critically ill. Kidney failure, a slowing heartbeat, and labored breathing—his condition was deteriorating rapidly. My wife and I knew we had to act, not just with words of comfort but with prayer. On December 31, at 7 p.m., we visited him in the hospital, stood by his bed, and lifted his condition to God.

But the wave of challenges wasn’t over. On January 3, 2025, yet another believer called to share that her husband (Mr Darwin) was in the hospital with severe stomach pain. The doctors had found a tumor blocking his urinary tract. And then, as if life were testing us further, my own father began experiencing sharp stomach pain on January 5, leaving us wondering what was happening around us.

By January 6, 2025, I was deeply troubled. After my morning prayer, I sat down with my wife. “We’ve seen demons flee when we pray,” I said. “We’ve witnessed God’s power. But why haven’t we seen healing for those we’ve been praying for?” That night, I prayed with a heavy heart, surrendering my questions to God. I told Him, “I’ll keep praying, Lord. I’ll trust You, even when I don’t understand.”

From December 24 onward, my wife and I had been rising early every morning, committing ourselves to prayer. We prayed for every name we could think of, for every illness we’d been told about. We didn’t stop, even when doubt crept in.

And then, something shifted.

On January 7, I took my father to the hospital for his stomach pain and swelling. After a thorough examination, the doctors gave us unexpected news—it was nothing serious. Just a normal fat deposition that could be managed with dietary adjustments. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. That evening, at 9 p.m., I called Ms. Queen to check on her father, Dr. Rajaprasad. Her voice was lighter, hopeful. “He’s been moved to a normal ward,” she said. “His health is stabilizing with minimal medication.”

The very next morning, January 8, I received a call from Mr. Darwin. His tone was jubilant. “The doctors say there’s nothing alarming,” he told me. “It’s just a minor issue that will clear up with simple medication.”

Later that day, as I prepared to travel to Pondicherry for my father-in-law’s stent procedure, I received yet another surprise. The doctors had decided not to proceed with the stent implant. His brain congestion had reduced significantly—enough to avoid surgery. They were confident that regular medication would complete his recovery.

I sat down, stunned. Just days earlier, I had been questioning God’s hand in all of this. Now, I could see it so clearly. He had been working, quietly and powerfully, behind the scenes. I realized then that God doesn’t need our prayers to be perfect or eloquent. He listens to our hearts, no matter how broken or unstructured our words might be.

I felt an overwhelming need to share this story, not to draw attention to myself, but to encourage you. If you’re facing struggles—health issues, uncertainty, fear—take them to God. Speak to Him, even if you don’t know what to say. He listens. He cares. And in His perfect timing, He acts.

God is alive, and miracles are not a thing of the past. They happen every day.

With love in Christ,

Rec. Dr A. Titus Samuel

Ulagaratchagar Church,

Abdullapuram

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