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Last year, I suddenly lost my job. Although financial anxiety tried to overwhelm me, I continued trusting that God is my provider. I remembered Pastor Prince teaching that the Lord who feeds the sparrows will surely take care of us.

By His grace, commissions from deals I had previously closed continued coming in. Even though I had lost my job, God remained faithful and ensured those payments were honoured.

At 61 years old, I knew finding another job would not be easy. Yet deep within, I sensed the Lord assuring me, “I will provide for you.”

I went through many interviews and rejections before one company continued pursuing me through five rounds of interviews. Finally, after four months of waiting, they offered me the role. The human resources manager later shared that all the interviewers had given me a unanimous “yes”.

God did not merely replace my previous job—He restored me with much more. I received a 46 per cent increase in fixed salary, along with excellent benefits.

What amazed me most was this: I had been unemployed for exactly four months, and God provided four months of guaranteed commissions. He is faithful and truly a God of “much more”.

Early in our marriage, our entire world crumbled when my husband left me for another woman. The pain was deep, leading to a two-year separation that brought us to the very brink of divorce.

But the Lord stepped in and turned things around. During that painful season, He did a deep work in my heart, bringing me complete healing and giving me the grace to forgive. Against all odds, He rekindled our love, and we fell in love all over again. My husband gave his life to Jesus and was water baptised right here in this church.

We started our lives afresh with no savings, no financial safety net and no master plan. Yet, the Lord faithfully provided for our needs, enabling my husband to complete his diploma, continue working and eventually earn his degree.

When we felt ready to trust God for a child, I was diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS), which affected my fertility. As we continued taking our prescribed medication, we declared God’s promises over our bodies: The Lord fights for us. By His stripes, I am healed, and we shall not lack.

I vividly remember attending a service when Pastor Prince called for couples who were trusting God for a child to stand. We stood up, anchoring our faith in the Lord.

Some time later, we rejoiced over a positive pregnancy test, only to be heartbroken by a miscarriage four weeks later. It was a severe test of our faith. A couple of months later, as my husband walked across the stage at his graduation, we still felt a profound emptiness as we grieved our loss. Little did we know that God was already writing the next chapter. I was pregnant again!

Throughout this journey, we held fast to the truth of the divine exchange at the cross. Because Jesus gave His life for us, we knew we could trust Him for healing, restoration and the gift of a family.

The pregnancy wasn't easy. Just one week before delivery, a scan revealed that the umbilical cord was wrapped tightly around our baby's neck. But God had the final word! I went through an induced labour without an epidural and delivered our son naturally, with the cord completely clear of his neck!

God's timing was perfect, down to the smallest detail. Before our son was born, the Lord graciously blessed us with a new home and enabled my husband to complete his degree. And after eight long years of waiting, He blessed us with a healthy, adorable baby boy, whom we named Gabriel, meaning "God is my strength". Praise the Lord!