Serving Through the Storm
Praise the Lord!
It’s Grace Adhol again from the worship team, and today I’m back with mind-blowing testimonies.
I’m testifying on behalf of my brother and sister.
Those who know me know that I have a last-born brother who was diagnosed with a brain tumor—a growth that had been increasing since birth. When I fully joined the worship team in 2022, God told me that my brother’s healing would come through my worship ministry—that I just had to keep serving diligently.
My brother had gone through a series of brain surgeries to remove the tumor that kept growing since he was 4 years old. He is now 18. This is 12 years down the line.
Fast forward to 2025—when he went for an MRI scan, the doctor said the tumor had degenerated and dried up and would not grow again. Mind you, he had been operated on twice within a span of six years each—the tumor would grow back every six years. Today, he is tumor-free. The tumor vanished.
Last December, my brother suddenly lost his sanity. He became aggressive and refused to eat for three weeks straight. He even refused to swallow saliva. He was spitting everywhere and exhibiting zombie-like features. He was sustained only on glucose and water through an IV line. The doctors couldn’t install a feeding tube because he already has a shunt connected from his brain to his stomach (the shunt drains fluid from his brain to his stomach, which was part of the tumor condition).
Nothing made sense to me. He had been fine the whole year. I even informed my pastors and HOD about it. It was on a Saturday—the day the large screen was being installed—I remember clearly.
Still, I served diligently and faithfully in the midst of pain, frustration, and confusion. I saw my siblings and my mom in despair (my father has been away for ministry—he’s an Archbishop), but I still showed up and served. I gave my all. I didn’t question God. I knew He would come through like He always does.
I thank God for the amazing and supportive friends I have in the worship team. They prayed for my brother and encouraged me at my lowest. My HOD, Minister Mwamba, Bella, our MD 🤭, and Jane, our intercessor, came to visit Paul in the hospital and told me they were not going to visit him—but to discharge him. This was on Friday afternoon. We prayed before leaving the hospital. Afterwards, we came for mini Kesha. I remember we were fasting that day.
I kid you not—Monday morning, my brother was discharged from Chiromo Mental Hospital. He regained his sanity, his appetite, his love for worship, and he was no longer aggressive. He ate after 21 days of complete fasting/hunger strike. Imagine—he didn’t die. God kept him and restored him.
Truly, God watches over His Word to perform it. He is not a man that He should lie. Serving God never goes in vain. He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.
This is the literal definition of singing to save someone’s life—the way Pastor Pauline always says, “If you cannot sing to save your life, clap for the worship team.” 😅😂
Have a blessed service ☺️
