It was February 1994 and in Zimbabwe this is usually Athletics season. I was in High School then
and I was doing my A' Levels at Chaplin High School. I was a young Christian and was 21 yrs old.
On that fateful afternoon, we went for 'cross country.' It was more of a Marathon. I remember I
was one of the students that were leading in the race. As we were going down some mountain
(Gweru Kopje), I fell and when that happened, I could have rolled down the mountain and died,
but God was merciful; I did not roll down.
I then broke one of my bones, right midshaft femur. It was a complete break such that only the flesh
and the muscle were holding the leg. It was such a painful experience. I was filled with fear but one
thing that I continued to say was: "Jesus you are my strength." I repeated these words over and over
again even as I was put in the Ambulance and taken to the hospital. I was admitted and had to go for
surgery later on. They then inserted what they call a K-nail. The doctors had said I was going to
stay in the hospital for 3 or more months. God performed a miracle!
My friends at School were praying and fasting for me. In 2 weeks, I was miraculously out of the hospital.
I was using crutches at that time but a few weeks later, defying what the doctors had said, I threw
away the crutches and I was walking with a limp. When I went back to the hospital for my review,
the doctor was shocked to see me walking. I also managed to pass my exams so well that year even
though some people were thinking I would not make it because of that experience.
I was in boarding school and when I went back home in April, my friends at home could not believe
that I had broken a leg. They only would believe after seeing the 30 stitches on my right thigh. So God
joined the bone back in less than a month. Others might think that I was young and therefore still
growing but I really believe that this experience was nothing short of a miracle. The nurses even viewed
it as a miracle too because they had other cases that they had dealt with, some of the people were even
younger than me but it took a long time for them to heal.
Now I can do anything with the leg as if nothing ever happened to it. Only the stitches on the leg bear
the witness that Jesus still heals today...
I hope this is encouraging to you. For more feel free to contact me.