My story, God’s glory

AS I reflect on the Emmanuel Apostolic Church’s theme, ‘My Story, God’s Glory’, I’m stirred to encourage each of us; don’t keep your story to yourself. When we speak of God’s goodness, how He showed up in our darkest moments, we don’t just recount survival; we shine a light that helps others find hope. Our stories are more than memories of struggle and triumph; they are testimonies of His power, His mercy, and His unwavering faithfulness.

Pregnancy with multiples was, without question, one of the most demanding and stretching seasons of my life. The relentless pain, the cramps, the sleepless nights, and the constant discomfort; it pushed me beyond limits I didn’t even know existed. There were moments when I felt I couldn’t go on, when the physical and emotional weight was just too much.

Then came March 25, 2024, just 32 weeks into my pregnancy. My blood pressure spiked without warning. I was diagnosed with Pregnancy-Induced Hypertension (PIH) and placed under close observation for preeclampsia. Fear crept in quietly, but powerfully. Was it too soon? Would the babies make it? Would I?

But the battle didn’t end with delivery. My blood pressure stayed dangerously high. While trying to recover, I was also caring for two fragile, premature babies in the hospital. The burden — the fear, the fatigue, the loneliness — kept growing heavier. Eventually, I slipped into a deep depression so intense that I began hearing voices. I felt like I was vanishing, hidden behind forced smiles and the draining routine of hospital life.

And yet — even in that valley — God never left me.

I’m endlessly grateful for those He sent to walk beside me: my mother, my husband, my church family, and close relatives who showed up when I had nothing left to give. When my blood count dropped to dangerous levels and I was too weak to hold my own babies, they became my strength. They fed my children, held my hand, lifted prayers on my behalf, and reminded me that I wasn’t alone. Through them, God revealed Himself — faithful, present, and overflowing with grace.

Every stretch mark, every ache, every tear — He saw it all. When I couldn’t hold it all together, He held me. What felt like a season of suffering became the stage where His strength took centrestage. What looked like chaos became the canvas for His purpose.

To every woman walking through pregnancy, especially those carrying more than one life, please hear me: you are doing something sacred and extraordinary. Your body is transforming, your emotions are shifting, and some days feel like you’re on an endless rollercoaster. But give yourself grace. Rest when you can. Speak gently to yourself. And lean into the God who sees every tear and celebrates every heartbeat within you.

And to every loved one — husbands, partners, family, and friends — know this: your kindness matters more than you might ever realise. Hormones can be unpredictable, emotions can swing without warning, and patience may wear thin. But your gentleness, your compassion, and your presence; your willingness to simply show up can change everything. Speak life. Love deeply. Stay close, even when it’s hard. That’s how we hold one another up.

Our tiny warriors — one four pounds, the other five — are now one year old. And we celebrate them with hearts overflowing with gratitude. We don’t just marvel at how far they’ve come, we’re in awe of how far God has brought us. Every giggle, every milestone, every little step is a living, breathing reminder of His faithfulness. What once felt like a storm we couldn’t survive has become a testimony we live and share every single day.

This is my story. And through every high and low, it is God’s glory that shines the brightest. He transformed my pain into perseverance, my exhaustion into endurance, and my fear into unshakable faith.

So if you’re in a season that feels too heavy, too hard — take heart. God can use even this. Your story isn’t just about what you’ve been through. It’s about the One who carried you through it all.