Sarah Eloho

It's been 8 years since they have been married. 8 years of marital bliss but one thing remains missing in their life and one thing was a constant. They were trips to hospitals, specialist centers, fertility clinics, and unnamed trado-medical centers where they would try to figure out why they could not have children. All they had was hope that one day they would be surprised by the news of pregnancy.

Friends and family had gone through all the levels with them, the first years came with questions of when the baby would be popped out, and the following years came with more pressure to procreate. As the years went by with no particular explanation of why no one could see any children, parents, and in-laws got the message that something was wrong with one or both husband and wife. What would follow were advice and recommendations that made them conversant with many medication and wellness practices they had never dreamed of experiencing.

As the 8th year drew near the only thing they would receive was pity and mundane muttered prayers. It was at one church service with a renowned prophet of God that everything would change.

The event started like every other they had attended. However, they had committed to put their heart into worshiping and praying fervently, hoping but not too expectant.
They had seen and heard of miraculous healing and changes that can happen with the right amount of prayer mixed in the right atmosphere. Anything is possible, but will it be the season of their testimony?

The program ended at about 11 pm and the couple could only agree that they enjoyed the time in God’s presence. As they drove home in their small Toyota, they had with them two other members they had offered a ride. The trip home became a recount of many people who had come out to testify after the prayers, most of whom would return home without their medical dilemmas, or crutches, they had seen two people jump out of their wheelchairs.

“ I watched a woman who sat next to me at the start of the service" the lady sitting at the back of the car began to say.
"The woman was so visibly ill that she was supported by ushers, she had no strength to stand and remained sitting up until the time the prayers began. She could not muster the strength to pray. As I observed her I would occasionally say a word of prayer for her, asking God to cure her of whatever ailment she had, I sensed she was very hopeful."

"I had forgotten about her and was focused on the message. A time came when we were to shout three times as we jumped. I could not believe my surprise when at the third shout this woman jumped so high with the loudest she could scream, and that was it, she was healed”.

They dropped off their passengers and arrived home just before midnight. After a quick bath, the couple went straight to bed.

The wife jumped up with a start, wondering what had jolted her, she looked at the clock above her and it was 2 am, with no reason why she woke up she slipped back into the cover to hold her husband and that was when she noticed a small frame in her bed lying in the middle of them.
Frightened she jumped out of the bed, her husband was sound asleep, she yanked out the bedsheet to reveal what she had felt and partly to rouse her husband who didn't budge. In their bed lay a small boy about 8 years old and she could neither believe nor comprehend what she was seeing.

“Who are you?" she screamed at him. get up right now” She moved a bit closer to the bed as if to remove him.

The small boy looking stunned that he could be seen burst into small sobs “It's me, mum. I am your son. It's me”

The woman moved abruptly to the other side of the bed to wake her husband. She pulled his toe and then his leg but could not understand why he would not wake up.

She could feel fear rise in her chest as she looked at the boy, he would pass as her son except she was convinced she never bore any child. Or could it be that she bore a child and had completely forgotten about him? She was beginning to question her sanity.

She slowly moved away from the bed as she noticed the boy's sly movement towards her, stretching his hand as if to hold her.
She jumped back with a small scream as she felt strongly in her spirit that something was off about this situation.

"You are not my child" she spoke boldly with her hands stretched out to keep him off.

the boy kept moving close and was almost out of the bed "But I am. Maybe you do not remember, I have been sleeping here with the both of you for years."

The boy’s features had slightly changed now that she could see him clearly in a glint of light that passed through the room, he looked like an old frail person in a childish form. He had a menacing smile as he looked at her.

As though a flash of light hit her, she suddenly remembered the prayers she had prayed at the service and the admonishing not to allow fear in our lives.

She raised her shoulders as she looked straight at him and boldly commanded “ In the name of Jesus, I rebuke you”

The boy screamed and ran to grab her but she commanded again and he changed form into a big rat scurrying around the room. Sensing what she was now dealing with she immediately looked around for anything in the room to strike it. She picked up an umbrella.

After some misses she became very angry and determined. She struck it harder and got a good hit. The big rat whimpered like a hurt person, she struck it again as there was no room to scurry away, It changed form into a cockroach and scampered out of the room through a crack under the door.

She felt a wave of relief as though she had won something even if the cause of contention was not clear. She looked at her husband sound asleep, she meant to give him a kick and a howl for sleeping through the chaos but she awoke. The time was 5 am.

What she had seen in her dream state was a vision of the spiritual influence and entity blocking the seed of in*******se between them. For as long as the spiritual being slept in bed between them, no child would be born by the couple.

Months later the woman would conceive and be delivered of a child. The battle had been won.

Glory to God