God removed the lump in my breast

God removed the lump in my breast  

I never thought I would be one of those women – the ones who find a lump in their breast and face the uncertainty that follows. You hear the stories, but they always feel distant until they become your own. At first, I ignored it. For months, I carried that lump, brushing off its presence as if acknowledging it would make it real. But then it became painful, and I could no longer pretend it wasn’t there. I was 23, still living at home with my family, including my mother – a former nurse – and I hesitated to tell her, afraid of the reaction, but the night before we left for a week-long holiday, I finally did. That holiday became one of the longest weeks of my life. My mother, ever the medical professional, was concerned, which in turn made me anxious. We prayed daily, anointing me with oil and standing in faith, but my mind wrestled with fear. When we returned home, my mum wasted no time booking a doctor’s appointment. She, my sister and I sat in the waiting room, trying not to let our fears show before the doctor examined me, confirming the presence of a mass. She prescribed antibiotics, hoping it was a hormonal reaction, and told me to call her in a week.  

A week later, nothing had changed. The lump remained. The doctor reassured me that I was young and shouldn’t worry too much, but she recommended a scan – just to be sure. How could I not worry? Twenty-three or not, I had dreams, plans and a future I desperately wanted to hold onto. The problem was, I didn’t have the funds, which are needed in South Africa, for the scan right away. It took two long months to gather the money, and in those months, the battle was more than physical – it was mental, emotional and spiritual.  

The pain was a daily reminder that something could be terribly wrong. My mind wandered into dark places, questioning my own mortality. But God had been preparing me. Just the month before, he had led me to the book of Psalms, where I learned about true surrender. I clung to those verses, declaring them over my life. One day, I decided enough was enough and I told the enemy: “Not today”. I handed everything over to God, trusting him with whatever the outcome would be. 

When I finally had the funds, God’s faithfulness shone through. He led me to a women’s radiology centre that specialised in breast health, and not only was it a beautiful, comforting space, but it also cost less than I had expected. The day of the scan, I walked in with my heart pounding, bracing myself for the unknown. The doctor examined me carefully, scanning the area and then, she looked up and said: “It looks like there was something here, but it resolved itself. There’s just some minor inflammation left. You’ll need antibiotics, but that’s all.” I was stunned. 

The lump was gone – just like that. I had waited for this scan, thinking it would reveal something terrifying, but instead, it confirmed what I already knew deep down – God had healed me. No surgery, no intervention, just divine healing. 

God is faithful. He is good, and he alone has the final say. No matter what we face, no matter how daunting the road ahead looks, we serve a God who sees us, hears us and moves in ways we cannot always comprehend. If you are facing fear, uncertainty or a battle that feels too big to fight, I encourage you: surrender it. Trust him. He is the God of miracles: I am living proof of that.  

Beaujolais 

God told me to leave my job

Almost two years ago, I was in a job that no longer gave me fulfilment and I felt God was telling me to step into new things, but I didn’t know what. I’m a girl with a plan, I love to be organised and know what I’m doing, so what God spoke next hit me with real surprise. I was at church one morning and I felt God say to me: “Do you trust me with everything? I want you to hand in your notice.” It’s a strange sensation to be filled with shock and peace all at the same time. 

The next day I handed my notice in. I did have a moment of worry, because I genuinely didn’t know what I was going to do. I knew that I wanted to go into something creative but I’d applied to jobs previously and the doors kept shutting, so the only thing I could do was trust God. A week after handing in my notice, a director from where I worked approached me to say she was sorry to hear I’d handed my notice in, and that they had a potential new position for me. It was the exact role I’d been looking for! Essentially God had seen the desires of my heart and created the perfect role just for me at the right time. Over the last year I’ve learned what the saying ‘God’s timing is perfect’ really means and, more importantly, I have learned to trust and have faith in his timing. Not only did God give me the job I’d been looking for, but he also gave me the training ground for something bigger. Last year God didn’t only bless me with a new job, but he blessed me with my future husband. 

We planned to move to a new city, so I knew I needed to find another job close to where we were going to live. I gave my prayer requests to God, including asking to work for my dream organisation as I knew all things are possible with him. Then just before the end of 2024 I saw a job posting from the organisation. I applied for the job and I was shortlisted, given an interview and finally offered the role! God is amazing! Never doubt him because he knows the desires of your heart and, not only that, he goes above and beyond every single time!

Georgia 

Healed from years of depression and trauma

After making some very bad decisions in my teen years, I became a committed Christian at 21. God changed the direction and course of my life, and opened my eyes to see the reality of the supernatural life he brings. I was suffering from depression and despair after trauma in my formative years; I was entirely broken, but Jesus breathed a breath of fresh air into my life. However the depression continued, and I went through multiple illnesses, major operations and a very bad divorce; things seemed to get worse as the years went by.  

I remarried, this time to a godly man, and he started to pray for me. I saw many doctors, nurses and psychiatrists in mental health units. My own psychiatrist took his own life, and I said to God: “There is no hope for me!” I was medicated up to the hilt, and addicted to them all. I eventually was a zombie – alive but dead inside, numb from the medications, my mind in complete turmoil. My sickness got worse, and I ended up in a wheelchair, and then bedridden. For years I had carers and was in and out of hospitals. My husband kept praying faithfully for me and I clung to God. Then I lost my parents, and the grief was too much to bear. I ran from God, as I couldn’t face my pain and I couldn’t trust him with it either. 

Then, eight years ago when I came to the end of myself, I cried out to God, saying: “I can’t live in this state anymore, help me!” I handed my broken being over to him and one sunny afternoon I was worshipping Jesus in my living room, caught up in his beauty and glory and he walked into my room, stood before me and touched me. In a second all my pain, torment, grief and trauma left! It was all gone! All I could do was laugh and cry, worship and give God glory. The change was instant and my husband came home from work to a new wife. His prayers had been answered, and we both rejoiced. The Holy Spirit filled me with his fire and breath and revived and then reformed me as I ravenously devoured the word of God and spent time in his presence. What an incredible God he is, only he could heal and restore my brokenness and pain. My restoration continues, as there is still physical healing to come, but I am a new creation in Christ. I love to serve him.

Theresa