One day I woke up full of life feeling super well. That day I went with my sister who had invited me to lunch. While at lunch, I began to get a very mild headache and I began to feel weak. I decided to return to my home and rest. I said goodbye to the people who were there and said to myself, I’m going to rest because I feel bad. They mocked me and told me to go take a shower to remove that laziness. In that moment, I felt a voice that told me this is more serious than you can imagine.

Arriving home, my mother was concerned and gave me medicine, but nothing improved. As the hours passed, the pain increased in my head to the point that if I changed position, I felt that my head was crashing down inside of me and the pain was indescribably strong.

The next morning, they took me to the doctor. They sent me home with medicine and told me that it was a strong migraine. The whole day I could not tolerate food and the medicine had no affect. I began to vomit uncontrollably as the pain continued. Seeing that I did not improve and continued to get worse, my family decided to call the ambulance to take me once more to the hospital. I couldn’t stand the pain and was at the point that I just wanted to die. I was saying goodbye to those who were there with me. The doctor finally diagnoses me.  He tells my sister that I had Meningitis and that I had to do a test called a lumbar puncture because of how serious my illness was.

Someone called my mom and told her what was going on. After hearing the news, my mom got on her knees and said, “No, my daughter you do not have that and this will not happen.” It was already close to the middle of the night, and again my mom got on her knees and said, “No, my daughter doesn’t have that and she is not going to die.” I was encouraged by my mother and I also prayed declared that I did not have an illness. I believed in God in faith for my healing.

Many hours later, the doctor decided to send me to another hospital any way to begin the process. As I was exiting the doors of the hospital, I felt relief and a refreshment that I had never before felt, as if nothing had happened to me. I was taken to another hospital and they also ran tests.  This time, I came out clean, normal, and with nothing to fear because the test was negative. At that very moment, we called the doctor to tell him the miracle that had occurred. We told him what had happened and what God had done in my life that day. His answer was “truly, this is a miracle of God because I sent you very ill to the other hospital.” After all of this, the test came back negative.

Glory to God! When God does a miracle, even science has to recognize that it was done by God alone!