Glory to the Lord Jesus!
Sunday July 16, 2009, after the church service, we were at home, very happy, singing praises to the Lord. My husband was in mission in Mali. Around 6:00 p.m., a friend wanted to wash my baby, Schamma-El Déborah. I don’t know if it was water or soap that got in the baby’s nostrils, but the baby fainted without the sister noticing it. I would like to testify how it was good for us to have our sister home and all her family (her husband and their little son).
At that moment, I was coming out of the living room, but I was led to look at them, and I saw that the baby had a fixed stare and convulsions. I ran, grabbed the baby, and started to blow in her nose, but nothing happened.
So I called my sister’s husband, a pastor, Bro. Mavoungou, who was sleeping just in the other room, and he came quickly, took the baby, and did all he could in praying. My sister and I started to pray with another brother who was with us at home, for more than one hour. The life was not coming back in the child. She had stopped breathing, her skin was now blue, white saliva coming out of her mouth, and her belly and her upper lip had become swollen up. Well, the child was now deformed and looked very bad.
We prayed for almost two hours, but nothing happened. The child was still without life.
I prayed with all my heart, confessed all sins, but nothing. I was losing all hope. I wanted to scream, but a Voice told me, “If you believe God can give your child her life back, why do you want to scream? If you scream, it’s finished for your child.”
Before the baby was born, I had seen my prophet William Marrion Branham in a dream, and he had assured me I would have that child. And that’s what happened. So I remembered that dream, and went in a separate room. I stood before the picture of the prophet with the Pillar of Fire and I said,“Lord Jesus, You are God and I know it. You promised me this child by Your prophet through a dream. Faithful to Your Word, You fulfilled Your promise. But You never said that after, You would take that child back. The promise was all would be well. You are the King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Great Almighty God, You promised Isaac to Abraham, but You didn’t take Isaac back. If only you give my child her life back, I promise I will serve You without lies and without hypocrisy.”
I went back, and without noticing what I was doing, I took the child, and started to push on her belly. My sister’s husband felt led to do the same. At this moment, I also started to blow in her nostrils saying, “Poor devil, pack your bags and leave! You cannot leave with this child. Satan, you only have power when God Himself permits you to act. Without His permission, you can’t do anything, and I know He will not permit you to do it, because He gave me this child.”
Suddenly, the child defecate twice, and she fluttered her eyelashes. And once she had a fixed stare, her eyes now opened and she started to breath after more than two hours. Her skin became normal, she fell asleep a bit, woke up and she nursed normally.
Few minutes after, I got a phone call from my husband. I answered, and I was shaking. He asked me if all was well, knowing nothing of what had happened. I said yes, saying nothing, waiting for his return.
Up to this day, our baby Schamma-El Déborah is doing well to the glory of the God of Glory.
Hallelujah!
Brothers and sisters, know that He is God.
Sis. Victorine, Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso