A Wife’s TESTIMONY Of Healing, A Miracle, and God’s Restoration

Hello Mother, 

I want to start off with saying God is so good to us!!

We haven’t ‘spoken’ in almost two years, but I have been praying for you, and all the Heartdwellers.

January 2023 started off not so good. My husband became very distant to a point where he wouldn’t talk to me. He would come home late, stop going to church, slept on the couch. He wouldn’t eat the meals I had prepared and would have these moments where he’d get really angry and just leave for half of the night. He would say things like he doesn’t want to live anymore. This went on for almost nine months. I cried and prayed so much. There would be times when I’d walk into the store, spot a good-looking guy, and really battle if I should come up and ask for a hug or go about my business. I really needed that physical touch (that’s my love language) I would have dreams of being intimate with guys that I used to like or was emotionally attached to in my youth years.

I tried the best I could to be a good mother to my children. But since my husband wasn’t home at all, I started living just for my children. I’d only cook enough for the day for them and myself and if my husband would come home early, didn’t happen often, but when it did, he’ll pick a fight because there would be no food for him. I usually looked down and wouldn’t say a word. I felt as if I would be arguing with the devil and there was no point. Every time I would wake up during the night to go pray, he would wake up as well and yell at me for ‘acting too holy’. There came a point where I would just pretend I was sleeping and pray quietly while lying in bed because it seemed that whenever I tried to read or pray, he would show up and interrupt. I thank the Lord that many times this happened at night when the children were sleeping so they never saw any of this. They only knew that Daddy had to work late. I tried my best to explain to them that Daddy is going through some spiritual battles and needed our prayers.

I had reached out to some elders from church, shared what was going on at home and had them pray with me. My husband said if any of them would show up at our house, he would take us away from the church and we’d move to a different state. He didn’t want anything to do with our church.

I remember one specific night, it was the end of August when he stormed into the house and was saying just crazy stuff, “Your life will become easier after I die. You can marry whoever you want and be happy then…” and a bunch of other nonsense. The kids were already in bed, I was sitting on my side of the bed facing the window. I didn’t even look his way, because I knew the devil was speaking through him. As soon as he stopped talking, the following words came out of my mouth, “You know your time is over in this soul. You want to crush me, but I won’t give up. I’ll continue fighting this battle until he comes back to the Lord”. I was surprised when these words came out of my mouth but was so encouraged by them. The Holy Spirit led me into a 10-day fast.

The first 3-4 days were very quiet at home but the last days, 9 -10 days, I seriously thought it was the end of the world. The trial was unbearable! But Holy Spirit helped me and strengthened me!! Day 11 came, and everything went quiet again!! (Jesus surprised me as well!! I lost 22 pounds in those 10 days. Losing weight wasn’t my goal at all! But it was a nice surprise since I gained some weight from all the stress). About 2 weeks later, we had church camp, and the kids begged my husband to come with us. Once we arrived, he showed that he didn’t want to be there. I had some church members come up and ask if everything was OK. I just smiled and said that he had worked long hours and was too tired. On the second day of camp, my husband received a text message that a relative of his passed away. She was a young mother, 34 years old. A few weeks after giving birth, we found out that she had brain cancer. She battled for a year leaving behind four little children. It came as a shock to my husband. The rest of the week, my husband would stay up late, sitting at the campfire, and was very quiet. After we came home, I came down with the flu, (I rarely get sick) but I missed the memorial service and the funeral. My husband went to both services. And was like his eyes opened. He came home from the funeral service and just hugged me and said he didn’t realize how fragile life is.

He asked if we could pray together. Everything started changing from that day. He went back to church and started coming home on time. We started having family nights where we’d play games or go visit elderly family members and friends. My husband became more involved in church and in our family. Our home became peaceful once again. At times, I noticed that I’d go for a day or 2 without reading the Bible or spending time with the Lord. That worried me. I read the Bible with the kids and prayed with them every day, but my prayer life started struggling a little. I started praying about it. Asking the Lord to set my priorities straight.

January of this year came, and my New Year’s prayer was to become closer to the Lord and for Him to reveal to me where I still need to change in my marriage. The second week into this year I came down with a tooth infection. It was so bad that the dentist prescribed very strong ibuprofen. Little did I know that I was already a couple of weeks pregnant. While I was taking the meds, the pain was so unbearable that I slept for 5 days straight. On the day of my last dental visit, which was the end of January, I started cramping really badly and bleeding. I called my doctor, and she said it sounded like a miscarriage and needed me to come in the next morning for blood work. The whole month of February was just foggy. My body became so weak, that I stopped eating. I would throw up even after taking a sip of water. I lost 15 pounds in 2 weeks, there came a point where I started throwing up with streaks of blood. I ended up in the ER [emergency room]. It was scary. My husband was crushed. He would hug me, cry, and say that it was all his fault that I had to go through this. I kept on reminding him that God was in control, and it was not his fault. I lost track of time; my husband would take me to all these Dr’s. appointments because I was too weak to even walk let alone drive. I kept on having blood work after blood work. It showed that I was severely dehydrated. My kidneys and liver started doing really poorly.

I couldn’t get my thoughts together, so I couldn’t pray, talking took all the energy out of me. Every movement was painful.

One of the days I went to get a Rhema, and it said something like God is bringing healing through this. That kind of threw me off, to be honest. Going through a miscarriage, not knowing what’s wrong with my body.. what healing are we talking about? The enemy started attacking my mind since I was bedridden so there was plenty of time to think. But I kept on saying ‘Jesus, I trust You! You said You’re bringing healing through this and although I don’t see how you’re gonna do this but You never make mistakes. I trust You I kept on repeating that over and over again every single day. The Dr sent me to get IV infusions two times a week. Nothing seemed to help except that after the infusion I would feel hungry again, but I was only able to eat an apple a day. A few weeks later I was able to eat a radish and a slice of a banana. If I ate more than that, I would become bloated and would vomit. I couldn’t stand on my feet. It felt like time stopped. Everything seemed foggy. One of the blood works showed that I was still pregnant.

I ended up getting a couple of ultrasounds that confirmed that that baby was alive and had a strong heartbeat. It was a shocking surprise! We did not think that the baby would make it. I seriously thought that what I was going through was my body’s reaction to a miscarriage. We told the children right away because they had been so worried that Mama had been in bed for weeks. They are so excited to have a little sibling. (Our 6 children are ages 12 to 5½)

At the end of March, I started feeling a little better about where I could listen to your messages once again. I also came across a video of Erika Mukisa on prayer life. Back in December, I listened to James Kawalya’s testimony and was surprised to hear that when sister Erika serviced the kingdom of darkness she was also after the preacher Mulinde, that same man of God that James spoke about.

One morning I woke up because I had a dream as though my husband was hanging out with his childhood friend. It looked like a high school prom or a wedding. Everyone was dressed up. There were many beautiful girls talking and laughing with my husband. In the dream, I was wearing a black dressy flowy shirt and black skinny jeans (I don’t wear pants in real life) I took my husband’s hand and tried to pull him away from these girls. He started walking with me, but his head was still turned towards the crowd, and he was smiling at all those women. In the dream, I said, “He’s mine! You can’t have him”. He didn’t seem angry that I pulled him away either. I woke up with hot flashes! Every time I’m pregnant, I would have a dream that my husband is with another woman and I’m trying to take him back.

I remember sitting up on the couch, (since I was too weak to go upstairs the night before) I had all these thoughts go through my mind “What do you want, satan? still going after my marriage?” I felt angry! I called my sister, who is also pregnant, and I was almost in tears. She just laughed and said “Oh, sweetie, it’s just a dream. Your hormones are all over the place. You’ll be fine.” BUT I WASN’T fine!! At this time, you posted a message about spiritual husbands and the demon Asmodeus. I remembered that a year ago the Holy Spirit led me to write a list of all the sexual sins that I knew about in my family and my husband’s family. I took this list and came to a priest and said that I felt like the devil was attacking me through my husband and I wanted to break the curses and needed deliverance. He led the conversation in a different way and just prayed for God to help me stand strong in the midst of the trails that I was going through. I drove home thinking, “Did I fall into some trap? I knew it was the Holy Spirit bringing to mind all these sins that I wrote down in a period of a week, but why didn’t the priest say anything about it?”

I hid that piece of paper and went about my life. When you posted those messages, it took me almost two months to listen to them because I was so weak. I would only listen to 5 minutes of a message per day. My body was too weak to take on more information. After I listened to the prayer to get rid of spiritual husbands, that list came to mind. It was the end of April, on a Sunday morning. My whole family was at church. I took that list and added some names of guys that I felt emotionally attached to (my husband and I were both virgins when we got married) but there were some guys that I really liked before I met my husband, and we were still friends after I got married. In the last few years, God took all those men out of my life. One moved to a different state. A couple of other guys went to different churches. It was easier not seeing them as I was going through issues in my marriage but having dreams about them wasn’t helping. I wrote down their names on the list of all those sins. The Holy Spirit came down and I broke down into tears and just prayed in tongues and repented (before I wasn’t able to pray in the spirit, I could barely talk because of weakness) but I felt a shift in the spiritual realm after prayer.

A couple of days later, I had a sexual dream and that threw me off. I prayed about it and the Holy Spirit brought to mind the names of two guys who liked me. I didn’t like them, but one of them stopped going to church after I got married and the other one started treated me not too well and would make rude remarks whenever he saw me. Although I never showed them that I was interested in them in the first place, I felt like in the spiritual realm I needed to break those ties as well. So, I did. A week later, I was reading Jeremiah where it says, “Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who depends on flesh for his strength and whose heart turns away from the LORD.” This verse was on my mind for two days and I came to realize that all these years, I would put my hope into my husband. I needed him to provide, take care of us, and solve all issues. And if my needs weren’t met, I’d become bitter inside.

It was also another Sunday [when] my husband came from church, and I told him that I needed to tell him something, but I didn’t know how. I said I need to repent before God and wanted my husband to hear me pray and then pray for me. Tears of repentance just flowed. I asked God for forgiveness for not always respecting my husband and for being prideful and many other things. It was such a beautiful prayer.

But you know the enemy doesn’t sleep. Two days after this prayer, I went to get an infusion, and someone broke into our house and stole $2000 worth of my husband’s tools. It didn’t affect me as much, to be honest. We just prayed for the theft and asked God to save his soul. My husband took a couple of day fasts and was really quiet.

The following Sunday, my husband came home with tears in his eyes and was all smiling and hugging me. A few days later, he shared that during one of the sermons, the Holy Spirit touched his heart, and he went up front and repented in front of the whole church for not being a loving husband and not being a leader that God planned for him to be and asked everyone to pray for him. God is so good!!!!

He is not finished with me yet, but I do see healing—healing in my marriage, healing in our finances, and the relationship between my children and my husband. As a homeschool family, our schedule has been very flexible but in the midst of all the hardships in marriage last year, it also affected how I lead homeschool and I struggled. My husband also got a new, better-paying, job with amazing hours where he can be home early and not miss evening church services. In the last few months, my husband took over homeschooling. He would wake up the kids and make them breakfast. While they ate, he would read Scriptures to them. They would clean up, start school and he would head off to work. My children became more responsible now that they had to help out more around the house. My oldest, who just turned 12 earlier this month, came up to my husband and said, “Daddy, when will Mommy get better? I’m tired of doing chores every day.” Then he broke down and cried. My husband hugged him and explained that whenever I asked them to help out, if they were disobedient and ran off, at the end of the day they would go to bed, I would still be up finishing the chores that they didn’t complete. But now I’m not able to do chores so as I family, the children needed to step up a little.

In the last few weeks, I would try to do at least one chore a day—either fold a load of laundry or throw the dishes into the dishwasher, but I would become lightheaded and start vomiting. Then this weakness would come over me where I would be in bed the following day. The Dr said that I should take it easy, but I already wanted to be on my feet and be a housewife.

This past Sunday we had Communion Service. Since I haven’t been at church in four months, I decided to attend this time since I’m able to walk now without feeling dizzy. By the time I got dressed, it took all the energy out of me. Sitting at church was hard. I felt weak but I really wanted to take Communion. I did. I noticed that on Monday morning I got a little more strength, and I was able to do the dishes without vomiting.

Every day, I would take a piece of my house back, either scrubbing the toilet or folding a few loads of laundry without vomiting. I still feel dizzy at times and need many breaks throughout the day. I know I should be napping but I really want my house to feel like home again. Many times throughout the day I ask Jesus to walk alongside and help me and He does!

During this time, a sister from church organized a meal train so for the last 2½ months we’ve been getting warm meals two times a week.

My elderly neighbor has offered to watch my children when I go get my IV infusions.

I’m still not doing the best with my health but as God is healing my marriage and my life He is also giving me my health back, so for that I’m grateful.

And that was the end of sister’s testimony.