Healing From Loss: Pulane’s Story

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The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me…  To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified. (a, 3)

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On February 27, I shared Mbulelo’s story of being healed from the grief of his first born child. Now I’d like to take the opportunity to share this story from Pulane’s perspective in her own words.

 

PULANE’S STORY:

In April 2009, I discovered that I was pregnant with our first born child after trying for exactly a year.  The pregnancy progressed well until my 2nd trimester when I was diagnosed with an infection. I started on antibiotics and treatment, but the infection kept coming back.  One day when I was 7 months along, I was a bit concerned because I couldn’t feel the baby moving. I asked a few people who had some experience and most of them assured me that it was normal. This went on until the following day, I decided to consult as I was getting worried. Upon my arrival the doctor put me on the sonar machine and by the look on his face I could tell something was wrong, he then confirmed that there was no heartbeat. My baby was gone.

 

THE BREAKDOWN

While I was going through this loss I wanted to die. It felt like the pain in my heart would never go away. I was confused as to how could my body give up on this gift that I, we had been looking forward to for over a year.

I was confused as to how can God give me this child and let me carry her for 7 months only to let her die. I was looking forward to seeing her grow and run around in the house. I was hurt thinking that some babies are born at 6 months and they survive.

I started to attend a group of grieving parents and siblings. The group helped to know and notice that I am not alone, I also realized that there must be a bigger picture or story for me to go through this phase. I realized that even though I was going through pain it wasn’t God’s plan for me to suffer for the rest of my life. Yes, what I just went through was painful and unimaginable, but there was a life after this loss. Of course this didn’t happen overnight because after some months, I would still feel pain thinking my baby could have been 4 months or it has been months and I haven’t conceived yet. 

 

THE SAGA CONTINUES

One week during the month of June 2010 I thought I was late for two weeks but on the 3rd week I started to bleed. When I went to see the doctor, he said my womb was enlarged which means it was growing but then there was nothing. I had miscarried againno-name-2758-4548511-1-zoom.  

Then September of 2010 I noticed that I was 2 weeks late and had contracted an allergic reaction.
I went to the doctor for  a checkup and she told me that I was pregnant. I was in a bit of a shock and was a bit scared of the past repeating itself. But thank God an old friend of mine had given me this book called, “Supernatural Child Birth”.

I began to gather prayer partners and see this journey as war. The book helped me with memory verses and words to speak against fear and physical symptoms that tried to steal my focus. Now I remember some of the things I used to do were really strange, (or rather prophetic acts) ” I would take a big knife and start to confess Heb.12:,4, and literally cut the enemy into prices”.

 

THE BREAKTHROUGH

It was one of the greatest fights of my life and by the grace of God and the support I received from my prayer partners, in May 2011 I gave birth to a healthy baby girl, our Joy was complete (thus we named her Vuyolwethu).

Then in 2012 God increaimg_1501sed our “gladness” when Yolisa was born. In 2016 the Gqeba family had multiplied and was complete when Zenande was born.

We know God as a healer, and embrace physical healing.  But oftentimes, we don’t consider the magnitude of emotional healing.  This is just one of countless stories of how God can heal the wounded soul.    How great is our God!!!


I love how God restored and completed their joy, increased their gladness and multiplied their family. He gave them the beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness!  I personally know them as trees of righteousness planted by the Lord, and for this we glorify Him!

If you have a testimony of how God has healed you in any capacity, please feel free to click here and share.

 

My Consistant Constant

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Don’t you find it frustrating when people prove not to be keepers of their word? Have you ever met that one person who is ever making promises yet never follows through? How about those you’ve found yourself having to depend on that seem to consistently prove the scripture that says,  “Confidence in an unfaithful man in time of trouble is like a broken tooth, and a foot out of joint.” true ?[i]

But a thought of how consistent God is in all of His ways brought to memory a poem He gave me almost 10 years ago just to glorify and appreciate Him.  As I reflected back then on how He has always proven to consistently be my constant.[ii] , the words just began to flow.  And I would like to share it with you today. I pray that you enjoy and that it ministers to you.

MY CONSISTENT CONSTANT

In a life full of inconsistencies, the one thing constant I have is You.

You are a constant friend,

A constant companion,

A constant lover,

A constant savior,

A constant way maker

A constant provider

A constant healer

A constant helper

A constant restorer

A constant Redeemer

A constant keeper,

A constant preserver

A constant sustainer

A constant counselor

A constant Father

My Constant God!

It is your constant that keeps me consistent.

Consistently hoping in You

Consistently trusting in You

Consistently desiring to please You

Consistently Loving You

Consistently longing for You

Thank You for being my constant, and for keeping me consistent.

 

 

 

References:

[i] Proverbs 25:19

[ii] Hebrews 13:8

Healing From Loss: Mbulelo’s Story

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Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5b, AMP)

 

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In 2002 while on a 2 1/2 month stay in South Africa, I had the great opportunity to meet a young prophet named Mbulelo Gqeba.  We were blessed to reunite again once or twice in 2008 upon my return.  

I remember the day I “bumped” into them at church in 2009 as if it were yesterday.  I hadn’t seen them for several months so I was absolutely thrilled to see them again.  Unfortunately, however, time only permitted us to exchange phone numbers.

I recall looking at Pulane that day thinking, “she looks like she’s seven months pregnant.”  Never having been pregnant a day in my life, I had no idea why I would make such a specific perception.  As I looked at her closely, she didn’t look pregnant at all so needless to say I was baffled by my own thoughts.

When I finally got the opportunity to catch back up with Mbulelo shortly thereafter and shared how I thought Pulane was seven months pregnant when I saw her, he replied “That’s how many months she was when she lost the baby.” This was when I discovered that this precious couple were in the throws of grief.  

Their grief wasn’t something visible to the naked eye.  For all intents and purposes, their grief was kept private.  As our friendship grew closer, Pulane would sometimes share an experience, or talk about the support group they were involved in.  Then, an only then, could I see the intensity of the pain they felt.

I’ve always been of the opinion that there is no loss greater than that of one’s own child.  Their story seemed to confirm that notion for me.  As a first time father, how did Mbulelo manage to overcome such tragedy?  Here’s his story in his own words.

 

MBULELO’S STORY

It was in 2009 when I lost my first born. At first the doctor said it was a girl.  When my wife was seven months pregnant, she had complications and went to the hospital. When we got there we found that the baby had stopped breathing for a long time therefore “she” had died. We had to stay in the hospital for the night while she was going through induced labour and when the baby came “she” was a he.

What hurt me was that  a few months before we had a crusade in Qwaqwa Free state and a person died during the crusade. We prayed and he came to life.

There are a lot of things that I know before they happen and I prevent or allow. But this time when I really needed the same God that I present  to other people [it felt] He was nowhere. It took me some while praying, then complaining, and then blaming God reminding Him of His word like He never gives us burdens that are heavier than we can bear. Or how He never allow things to happen without telling His servants the prophets. And now I was blind sided.  

In all that time He was quiet, until one day when I was not even praying about that. I was actually taking care of my wife making sure she was well in all aspects and dealing with her grief. The Lord said to me, “Mbulelo, would you have been able to deal with living with him if he had been born with an infirmity of any sort? How would you tell people about me while you are with him? Would you still love me every morning and night when you had to wake up and take care of him instead of me waking you up because I want us to talk?”

All I could say was, “I’m sorry Daddy. Now I understand.”   A great peace fell on me and that long lasted burden lifted off.

 

They wept through their night, but at last, their joyful morning arrived.  Since that time, Like God did with Job, He turned Mbulelo’s sorrows into gladness.  God opened Pulane’s womb, and today, they are the blessed parents of three absolutely beautiful baby girls!  

 

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Three Miracles:  Vuyolwethu (Our Joy), Mbalentle (Beautiful Flower), and Zenande (Multiplied)

 

Mbulelo never thought what his life would be like had his son survived.  He never considered that his life’s devotion would switch from ministry to full time care giver of someone that may never be able to care for himself.  His healing didn’t come from the miraculous.  It came from the understanding that his intimacy with God far outweighed his devotion to others.

Some people may feel that Mbulelo was cheated because he didn’t receive a great miracle.  But in fact, he did.  He received a peace that surpasses all understanding (Philippians 4:7).  And that’s a peace that can only be found in intimacy with Christ.  His intimacy WAS his healing, his breakthrough, and his miracle all wrapped up in one.

The Question Of Obedience

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Let’s not think we can pick and choose which directives God gives us and still remain pleasing in His sight.  Would you rather hear Him say “Well done”, or “Half baked”?

Welcome to Healing Factors: My Story, Part 1 of So Many!

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Healing Factories was designed to provide a space for people to share testimonies of the healing power of God in their lives.  The goal is to provide a faith booster to those who are suffering, seeking a miracle, or breakthrough.

Most people seem to only associate healing with our physical beings. God however, desires to see us healed in our bodies, souls and spirits.  Healing in all three areas or our being is necessary for a well-rounded and abundant life in Christ. 

Being blessed to live six years in a third world country has afforded me the opportunity to bear witness to countless uncommon testimonies of the power of the Great Physician.  I aim to also several testimonies I’ve been exposed to right here in the USA.  As I write this, I think of the song, Akhon’ Amandla,[1] a Zulu song that speaks of the miraculous and healing power of the blood of Jesus.  And this is the power that I would love to see ignited in you.  

In Healing Factors, we will explore emotional healing from loss of loved ones and other life shattering events, healing from the bondages of witchcraft, and of course physical healing.

First hand exposure to testimonies like:

  • People being delivered from the lifestyle of a witch to come to know Christ in a special and intimate way
  • Working alongside one of scores of people completely healed from full blown aids.
  • Having someone diagnosed with stage 4 cancer run up to me, test results in hand saying, “Pastor Sharon look, there’s no more cancer in my body,” before even going through chemotherapy.

Experiences like these have provided me with faith boosters out of this world!  And my prayer is that these testimonies will speak life, healing, and breakthrough into your life.  I pray that through these testimonies, you’ll walk away speaking as the psalmist spoke, “I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.[2]

MY FIRST  HEALING ENCOUNTER

I figured I’d start with the first healMommy sharon baby.jpging that I would consider miraculous although I must present it from my mother’s point of view.

At the age of 16 months, I apparently developed a fondness of looking at myself in the bathroom mirror.  One day I looked and saw that a piece of skin had fallen off my face.  Horrified at the sight, I quickly put a face cloth over the mirror and went to show my mother.  She promptly took me to our family doctor who diagnosed me with a rash, and prescribed medicine. 

Within a couple of days, another patch of skin fell off and I was taken back.  Concerned, the doctor immediately had me admitted into the hospital.  From my mother’s description, all the skin completely fell off of my body in a very short period of time.

THE DIAGNOSIS

At the hospital, I was diagnosed with a then extremely rare disease called Steven Johnson’s Syndrome.  Today, with the influx of medicines prematurely released by the FDA in the late 1980s, this disease has become quite common as a side-affect.  However, during my first health-crises more than two decades prior, the stats were quite different.

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My father began to research this strange disease which revealed the most alarming statistics:

  • 50% of the people diagnosed with this disease died,
  • and 90% of the survivors went blind.

According to my brother, Dwight who is almost 8 years older than me, during this time only 1 in 100,000 people were diagnosed with this disease each year in the United States. 

My father’s reaction to the diagnosis  was to ensure that the best dermatologist and ophthalmologist would be incorporated into my medical oversight.  My mother’s reaction was quite different.

 

THE FAITH

I remember one day when she was sharing this story with me she said “I don’t know why your dad was crying.”  One may argue that my dad, being the intellectual in the family, and my mom only having a 10th grade education, she may not have realized the severity of my condition.  I beg to differ.  Aside from the stats, she saw the same thing he did. 

“You looked like a slab of meat”, she once uttered with absolutely no emotion. 

But she had something my dad didn’t: A faith in God initially and an encounter with Him that I believe boosted her faith in God to heal me.

While I knew my mother had no idea what it meant to be filled with the Holy Spirit, during my infancy she had a spiritual encounter with God, at which time she was dying, but God showed her the anointing on the life of her children, told her that He would heal her, and she was completely healed.  I believe this was the faith that my life counted on during this ordeal.

 

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After only about a week or so in quarantine at the hospital, I left with new skin, new eyes, and the beginning of what I would argue to be the best life anyone in this world could ever have!!!

 

That’s my story.  What’s yours?  If you have a testimony you would like to share, please click here to contact us so that we can share your story.

[1] Akhon’ Amandla Lyrics

[2] Psalm 118:17

Welcome to Healing Factors: My Story, Part 1 of So Many!

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word testimony.jpg

Healing Factories was designed to provide a space for people to share testimonies of the healing power of God in their lives.  The goal is to provide a faith booster to those who are suffering, seeking a miracle, or breakthrough.

Most people seem to only associate healing with our physical beings. God however, desires to see us healed in our bodies, souls and spirits.  Healing in all three areas or our being is necessary for a well-rounded and abundant life in Christ. 

Being blessed to live six years in a third world country has afforded me the opportunity to bear witness to countless uncommon testimonies of the power of the Great Physician.  I aim to also several testimonies I’ve been exposed to right here in the USA.  As I write this, I think of the song, Akhon’ Amandla,[1] a Zulu song that speaks of the miraculous and healing power of the blood of Jesus.  And this is the power that I would love to see ignited in you.  

In Healing Factors, we will explore emotional healing from loss of loved ones and other life shattering events, healing from the bondages of witchcraft, and of course physical healing.

First hand exposure to testimonies like:

  • People being delivered from the lifestyle of a witch to come to know Christ in a special and intimate way
  • Working alongside one of scores of people completely healed from full blown aids.
  • Having someone diagnosed with stage 4 cancer run up to me, test results in hand saying, “Pastor Sharon look, there’s no more cancer in my body,” before even going through chemotherapy.

Experiences like these have provided me with faith boosters out of this world!  And my prayer is that these testimonies will speak life, healing, and breakthrough into your life.  I pray that through these testimonies, you’ll walk away speaking as the psalmist spoke, “I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.[2]

MY FIRST  HEALING ENCOUNTER

I figured I’d start with the first healMommy sharon baby.jpging that I would consider miraculous although I must present it from my mother’s point of view.

At the age of 16 months, I apparently developed a fondness of looking at myself in the bathroom mirror.  One day I looked and saw that a piece of skin had fallen off my face.  Horrified at the sight, I quickly put a face cloth over the mirror and went to show my mother.  She promptly took me to our family doctor who diagnosed me with a rash, and prescribed medicine. 

Within a couple of days, another patch of skin fell off and I was taken back.  Concerned, the doctor immediately had me admitted into the hospital.  From my mother’s description, all the skin completely fell off of my body in a very short period of time.

THE DIAGNOSIS

At the hospital, I was diagnosed with a then extremely rare disease called Steven Johnson’s Syndrome.  Today, with the influx of medicines prematurely released by the FDA in the late 1980s, this disease has become quite common as a side-affect.  However, during my first health-crises more than two decades prior, the stats were quite different.

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Stephen Johnson Syndrome Symptom: Peeling Skin

My father began to research this strange disease which revealed the most alarming statistics:

  • 50% of the people diagnosed with this disease died,
  • and 90% of the survivors went blind.

According to my brother, Dwight who is almost 8 years older than me, during this time only 1 in 100,000 people were diagnosed with this disease each year in the United States. 

My father’s reaction to the diagnosis  was to ensure that the best dermatologist and ophthalmologist would be incorporated into my medical oversight.  My mother’s reaction was quite different.

 

THE FAITH

I remember one day when she was sharing this story with me she said “I don’t know why your dad was crying.”  One may argue that my dad, being the intellectual in the family, and my mom only having a 10th grade education, she may not have realized the severity of my condition.  I beg to differ.  Aside from the stats, she saw the same thing he did. 

“You looked like a slab of meat”, she once uttered with absolutely no emotion. 

But she had something my dad didn’t: A faith in God initially and an encounter with Him that I believe boosted her faith in God to heal me.

While I knew my mother had no idea what it meant to be filled with the Holy Spirit, during my infancy she had a spiritual encounter with God, at which time she was dying, but God showed her the anointing on the life of her children, told her that He would heal her, and she was completely healed.  I believe this was the faith that my life counted on during this ordeal.

 

THE MIRACLESharon2.jpg

After only about a week or so in quarantine at the hospital, I left with new skin, new eyes, and the beginning of what I would argue to be the best life anyone in this world could ever have!!!

 

That’s my story.  What’s yours?  If you have a testimony you would like to share, please click here to contact us so that we can share your story.

[1] Akhon’ Amandla Lyrics

[2] Psalm 118:17

The Job Of A Leader: To Serve, Not Be Served

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“Prophets must understand that they were called to serve the Body of Christ.  They were not called for the Body of Christ to serve them.”  – Michelle McClain Waters