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Sunday, March 15, 2020

Chronicle Of Hope...

What a shocking ,wonderful story of not losing hope.....









How God Removed Shame And Humiliation From My Life.





My story might be quite long but it's definitely worth reading. I had a problem that was normal when young but becomes abnormal when you grow up. It's called bed wetting. When I was young, I thought I will outgrow it, as I grew up it reduced but it never really ceased. I came from a family of six, three girls and three boys, I am the last born and all we girls sleep in one room on a king size bed.



Around the age of 13, I started my period and I was still bed wetting. My sisters abuses intensified and I was always sad and ashamed. I later realized that feeling sorry for myself while I became an object of ridicule and mockery from my siblings wasn't going to make it stop, I started helping myself. Whenever it happens, I will sneak from the bed, go to basket for dirty clothes, pick like three thick clothes, sneak back to bed‎, spread the dirty clothes on my urine-soaked side and lie down on it (I always make sure I sleep by the edge of the bed, claiming I want to read before I sleep). I wouldn't change the cloth I was wearing cos anyone could become suspicious in the morning.



 I will stay awake for like an hour and a half, lying down on my urine, then I will stand up again, put the urine soaked clothes back under our pile of dirty clothes where nobody will quickly suspect. I will then pick another dirty cloth, sneak back to the bed, raise up the bedsheet, spread the dirty cloth under, arrange the bedsheet neatly back, all the while praying that non of my sisters should wake up. Sometimes one of them will suddenly wake up and I will just pretend I went to the toilet and then I will lie down to continue my sleep.



This might look dirty and disgusting to you guys but you don't know how shameful it really is when you are bed wetting as a teenage girl with budding breast and‎ the young boys in the area are beginning to notice you. You are always scared of your secret being exposed by your mouthy siblings when you are forming fine girl outside. Anyway, back to my story, I will be the last to get off the bed such mornings after my incident, when everyone has left the room, I will take out the urine soaked dirty cloth under the bed sheet, re-spread the bed, open the windows and join my family.



 Now, the thing is to make sure I do my laundry before any of my sisters, It wouldn't be wise for me to wash the same day of my bed wetting, my sisters are too smart, they know I don't like doing laundry and my dirty clothes sometimes stay for two weeks before I manage to wash them so why the sudden intrest in my dirty clothes? My secret might be exposed. So I will wait till like two to three days after before I will wash, all the while praying that non of them will find the urine soaked clothes at the bottom of the laundry basket. Mind you, It didn't always go as I planned, but I was able to keep my shame most of the time.



I finished my secondary school, my shame was still with me‎, by the time I entered the university, I had become a pro in hiding the evidence of my humiliation. Seriously, at this point, I believed there was no remedy for me, It caused me tears and worry but I accepted it as my fate; afterall, people have worse diseases and they learn to hide it and live with it, so why can't I? Before you begin to wonder if I went medical, I will tell u that I did. I couldn't go see a doctor face to face out of shame but I went online and I chatted with doctors. They said it's a normal occurrence that affects around 30 per cent of adults all over the world and I am not alone. They said 'eat light dinner early', I did. They said 'set alarm for midnight so you can go urinate during sleep', I did. They said 'weak pelvic floor muscle,do kegel exercises', I did, infact I still do. They said 'drink little or no water before bed', I did. It all didn't completely eradicate it, it just reduced the occurrence to once or twice every month.



I met my husband while I was still in the university and we got married before I graduated. I will go from school to my husband's house since I was a married woman and I was always lucky, my shame never occurred anytime I was there‎.


 Then I graduated and I have to live with my husband fully. The night of my arrival, we danced; toasted my graduation; ate full dinner and had s#x. By the time I was ready for bed, I was already very tired. I took off immediately my head ‎hit the pillow and I started having a pleasant dream where I was sitting and chatting with my mother and siblings; I suddenly felt this urge to urinate in the dream and I rushed to the bathroom, sat on the water closet and released my full bladder.


Even in the dream, I was asking myself why the urine was‎ so much. I could practically hear the trorororororo sound of my urine pouring and pouring into the water closet. Unknown to me, my husband was hearing the sound in real life and he just laid there soaked in my urine, staring at me in shock while continued to pee in my dream WC. Immediately I finished urinating, I woke up with a start and I just knew it had happened again. I turned to see if my husband was awake and I found him staring at me. I was giving myself hope that my sudden movement startled him awake and he would soon sleep off again so I can do my normal dirty cloth soaking method; but he just stood up, switched on the light and I knew there was no hiding. I was swimming in urine,everywhere around me on the bedspread was obviously soaked; hubby's pajamas was wet on one side from waist to his knees. 



I was found out, my secret has been exposed to the one person that has the power to destroy me. I covered my face in shame, still sitting in my pool of urine and I wept.


I always wonder why people dream of urinating‎ while they are actually bed wetting. Sorry I forgot to tell you about my dream, every time I bedwet, I always dream of gisting and joking around with my family; then I will feel this strong urge to urinate. The surprising thing was I wouldn't wake up until I have emptied my bladder on the bed, then I will jump up as if someone pricked me; by then, it would have been too late. Anyway, sorry I digressed a little, back to my night of shame. My husband came back to the bed, pulled me into his arms and told me not to cry, he told me he loves me and nothing will make him stop loving me. He pulled me up, changed my cloth and his, took me to our guest room, he spread a new sheet on the bed in the guest room and told me to lie down. I just stood there crying and covering my face, he pulled me gently into his arms and laid down with me on the bed all the while stroking me and telling me everything will be okay. If I hadn't fallen in love before, I can surely tell you that I fell deeply in love that night.



After some time, my tears subsided while he was still comforting me. I knew it was time for question and answer, at least he deserved that much after the love he had shown me. Then he asked 'do you wanna talk about it?' I almost laughed out loud, like seriously! Who wants to talk about their deepest shameful secret with‎ their husband? But do I have a choice? I didn't say anything, I just nodded my head. 

Then the questions started:
Have this happened before? Nod.
Since when? Since I knew myself.
Does anyone know about it? No.
So I am the only one? Nod‎.
What have you done about it? Everything I know.
Why didn't you tell me about it before now? Silence.


Now, how do I answer that? The questions were getting more and more painful but at least he let me keep a little pride by not forcing me to face him and look him in the eyes while answering. We were both lying down in the spoon position so I was backing him. Is this something you tell your boyfriend or hubby? How do you say it? 'Sweetie, there is something I have to tell you and I don't want you to feel shocked, uhm.... I bedwet sometimes, so don't be surprised if u sleep by me with dry pyjamas and wake up with wet pyjamas. Just see it like maybe rain fell overnight on one side of your clothes and the bed, just shrug it off and move on'. Is that how I will say it? 



Then he asked me one vital question: 'have you prayed about it?'‎ Seriously, I have never thought about prayer, I am a christian, yes. But my mind have never seen it from the spiritual angle. I pray about every other issue in my life but I have never even mentioned my deepest shame to God. I then asked hubby, 'does God answer those kind of prayers?' 'why not?' he answered; 'in as much your prayer is genuine and your heart is pure, God will answer'.‎ So that night, we knelt down and prayed together. That was the longest night of my life.



We kept at the prayers every night. Some nights, I will have that dream and bedwet again, and I will be depressed and almost lost hope but my husband kept encouraging me to keep praying and God will do it‎. That man is really my mate made from heaven, he is one of a kind. After like two months of prayer, the bedwetting just stopped and we didn't notice it again. I was the happiest woman on earth, I couldn't stop singing and dancing. My husband was so happy with me, we kept thanking God.


Like a year later, I took in and I didn't experienced the shame anymore‎. I gave birth to a beautiful girl and our joy knew no bounds. Around our girl's first year birthday, I slept one night, had that same dream and I soaked the whole bed with my urine. My husband and I were confused, why could this be? God doesn't do half and half work, why? Hubby asked me if there is someone or something I see in my dream before I feel that strong urge to urinate, I told him about the dream where I would be chatting with my mother and siblings and he asked 'that same dream everytime?' I said yes. He asked 'the same people and faces?' I said yes. He didn't say anything again but it made me start wondering, could my mum or any of my siblings be responsible for my predicament? I didn't want 


to believe it but I have heard cases of family being wicked spiritually to members of the same family. I told my husband my suspicions and he told he he had the same feelings too but he didn't know how I will take it. We started praying about it again but this time we changed our prayer points and asked God to expose the evil doer.
Maybe I was expecting it to happen like it does in those nollywood movies where after some intense prayers, the evil person will just confess openly and go mad, so I started calling my family more often, expecting to hear confessions‎. It never happened. I was back to square one, but this time, it's worse; I have a fast growing daughter, what if she notices and says it outside as children are known to just say anything that comes to their mind anywhere. I imagined different scenarios in my mind where I will just be hosting guests and my daughter will just walk in and say in those loud whispers that only children are good at 'mummy, there is weewee smelling on you and daddy's bed, do you people use to weewee on your bed in your sleep?' 

I will just die of shame! 


My shame went back to its normal routine of twice a month, I was constantly worried and sad. My husband was always trying to boost my morale and we still kept praying. But I won't lie to you, my faith wasn't strong at that point anymore. I was just clinging to my husband's faith.


I went back online to seek medical advice again. Still the same dos and don'ts. ‎I went back to setting alarms for midnight urination, I thought maybe my weight might be the cause of the recurrence as I have added weight since I gave birth; so I started diets and exercise to loose some weight. I stopped drinking water at night and I ate dinner early, but it still didn't stop. I would still experience it at least twice a month. I would hear my husband patting my side of the bed to check for urine whenever I wake up to pee in the midnight and my heart will crumble a little inside.I battled with this problem for another 2 years‎. 



Around the time our girl was 3 years, I decided to stop wearing diapers for her to sleep. I started teaching her how to wake up to pee at night. She sleeps in our room sometimes when she just wants to be cuddled, on one of such nights, I forgot to wake her up to pee. She prefers to sleep on her daddy's side for him to cuddle her, that night, she drenched the whole of herself and her dad in urine. Her dad woke me up, I carried her to her room to change her. Her dad followed us, shouting and berating the poor sleepy eyed girl, then he started beating her. 


My poor girl just stood there, taking the beating, crying, confused. She would try to run to me, her dad would drag her back and continue the beating. I couldn't take it anymore, I shouted at him to leave her be and I dragged her by force into my arms. My daughter was shaking profusely. 

My husband looked at me with so much disgust and said


'like mother like daughter! I am still managing with you soaking me with your stinking urine and now you want to force me to endure her own too? I will not let you destroy her life like you destroyed yours. Maybe if your parents had beaten you mercilessly when you started bedwetting, I wouldn't be here suffering for what I didn't cause!' 



He then stormed out of the room. I just stood there shocked to my bones. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me with my daughter in my arms. That night, I knew the true meaning of emotional pain. I couldn't sleep, I just sat down on a chair with my daughter curled up sleeping in my arms, staring at nothing. I sat there till morning‎, with my eyes wide open and my heart dying slowly.


My husband didn't sleep in our room after that night, he started sleeping in the guest room. He started snapping at every little thing, my home was gradually crumbling right before my eyes and I didn't know what to do. I endured his bad attitude for like a month because I know he has tried for me and he is only human, he had reached the end of his limit. 



It's rare to see any human endure what he has for me. Most men would have divorced me long ago. Then I stopped being quiet, when he snaps, I snapped back. When he gets angry and starts calling me names, I retaliated by saying 'I reject it' or 'it's not my portion'. I know I should have kept quiet and be gentle till the storm passed but I realized that with every abusive and derogatory remark he was throwing at me, I was dying inside, my self esteem and confidence was gradually dying. I realized I could become suicidal.



Anyone that is the last born in a house full‎ of siblings will know about being defensive, if you are not smart, you become prey to your older ones tricks and gimmicks. You are always handy for them to vent anger and frustration on, you have to learn to give it back to them anyway you can, and be sure to run far and fast from them till mum or dad is around; if not ehn, you are dead meat. So I decided to stand up to my husband as saliently as I could.



 One day, something insignificant sparked argument in the house and within a short time, it became a really heated quarrel since none of us was ready to back down. While I was busy mouthing my list of grievances against him, he just looked at me and said 'you are not even ashamed of yourself, instead of you to spend your time looking for solutions for your shameful disease, you are here quarreling with me'.



 I just crumbled, tears started falling from my eyes, they were running down my cheeks and I just kept staring at him, I still do not know who took the first step but before I knew it, we were in each others arms crying together and he kept saying 'baby I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please forgive me'. The thing is I am not big on outward tears, I could cry inside but something has to hurt me really deep before I would cry on the outside and my husband knows that. We settled our differences that night and my home was peaceful again.


After hubby slept that night, I took my bible, went into the guest room, knelt down and I prayed the deepest prayer of m‎y life. I prayed like Hannah did in Shiloh, I prayed like never before, my soul cried out unto my creator. And I made a vow that if God can remove shame and humiliation from my life, I will write the story of His greatness for the world to read. I opened my bible that night and God took me to the book of 2 Chronicles chapter 9. It was talking of how David's men were humiliated when David sent them to commiserate with the Ammonites over the death of their king. God showed me how to pray about my problem and defeat the Ammonites(people that caused me the shame) in my life. The next morning, I told hubby what I read, I have actually never read that chapter of the bible in my whole life and we agreed to have a seven days vigil with that bible chapter as our prayer point.



The following 7 days was the worst in my life, I bedwetted for almost every night of those seven days, but I didn't give u‎p, I held on to my faith and every night it happened, I will wake up and laugh, mocking the devil and praising God. My husband was surprised and he said he hasn't actually seen me have that kind of faith before. I smiled and said 'it is time for the devil to leave my life completely and never come back'. 


On the seventh day of the vigil, we just praised God because we knew He had answered our prayers. In my dream that night, myself and my mother and siblings quarrelled violently, we didn't even sit down to gist as we normally do.

 Everyone got angry and left in that dream, I still felt the urge to pee in the dream but I woke up like every normal and healthy human being, went into the toilet and urinated in real life. That was when I knew for sure that God had healed me. I was expecting a call of bad news in the morning but it never came. 

I am not still sure if my situation was physical or spiritual and I don't care, all I know is that God has healed my disease.


Please thank ‎God for me and I thank God for giving me my kind of husband. Though the going was rough, we had our ups and downs, but he stood by me and endured with me. Thank you hubby, I love you so much. 

Please post this story, I know it's long but it's a vow I made. Thank you.
Anonymous‎.


WOW!!!!

99 comments:

  1. Thank you for your story. I have another issue entirely and I have just realised that God sent your story to me. God has perfected everything concerning in Jesus Name, amen. God bless you

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    1. Your healing is permanent.

      Thank you LORD

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    2. Wowww Thank you Jesus. Worth reading

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    3. This story was written for me. My teenage daughter and son are going through this and I am the one more ashamed and helping them by waking them at night and monitoring their water when home from boarding. I pray about it most times and anoint them. Will not loose hope so I can testify too. I trust God to deliver them from bedwetting at night and grant me peace.

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    4. I am blown away by this. Amen Amen and Amen.

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    5. To you lord be all the glory. Congratulations and God bless your home. Afflictions will not rise again in Jesus name Amen.

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    6. This is a real chronicle of hope!!
      Thank God for you dear!

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    7. Thank you Jesus!!! What an Awesome God.

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    8. See eh, this was me for a while. I bed wetted for the longest time. The shame in ss3 was unreal. I was bullied and shamed endlessly. Then I started uni and it continued. I was scared to sleep. One day, it just stopped. Just like that, it stopped. I had prayed, sought medical help everything but it never worked and one day it stopped. It was an amazing time to get to know myself again, have sleepovers, it was glorious. I know it was God that did it even though he didn’t make a Show out of it. I remain grateful baba. However, I talk about my bed wetting openly, I knew that I had to demystify bed wetting so it’s not as shameful for the next person as it was for me. Hey there, I was a bed wetter but look at me now

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    9. Annon 19:54 your days of worry and shame is over.

      God has done it already.

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    10. I can relate with her story . God is so good . I am healed of adult bed wetting too

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    11. God bless your husband

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  2. Wow... I love your persistence and also ur understanding towards your husband.

    Weldone

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    1. Thank you Jesus
      Please poster hold that man strong he is your husband

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  3. Long read but worth it ! Congratulations sister!!! My Redeemer is strong ! Strong enough to fight our battles and oh don’t stop praying, pray against enemies within ! Pray pray pray ! Someone in ur family knows something Nd might not confess until many years later!

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    1. So worth it!! Thank God for your husband and for the grace to pull through.. It is well with you in Jesus name. Amen

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  4. Thank you Jesus for coming through for your daughter and taking away her reproach.

    God bless your family poster,I was encouraged by your story.

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  5. Able God is forever faithful,I pray your healing is permanent. Prayers move mountains just that in some cases we need to exercise patience for what we are asking for to come to pass.
    Thank God for giving you the kind of husband you have, he's a good man,may the peace of God continue to reign in your home, amen.
    Your story inspired me ,I won't relent in my prayers and I know God will show up mightily for me, thank you Jesus.

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  6. Wwwwooowwwwwww.....
    THANK YOU JESUS!
    THANK YOU LORD!!!!

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  7. I used to bedwet for so long and how I stopped was pinching myself whenever I was peeing on a WC in the dream. That woke me up and my bladder is now so good now.
    My last incident was in ss2. You are healed indeed my sister. It shall be permanent in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord... Amen!

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    1. Very interesting read. Me I arrange bed as small pikin well well. I stopped in my senior secondary , I think. Most of what the poster wrote is peculiar with bedwetters. You just imagine you are in the toilet and the next thing you have emptied your bladder on the bed.
      In my own case my parents would wake up every night to go and pee. The day they forget, hehe I don finish the bed be that.
      Infact they even gave me a name obanbasasa.
      But somehow, I prayed to God I think because I assumed I was too lazy to do the needful by getting up to pee.

      I am happy for the poster cos something odd was going on especially seeing the same people all the time before she wets the bed.

      But I dont think they were really your family members. Most times we pray for God to reveal the faces of the bad people without manipulation cos they come in familiar faces to get you confused and you will be surprised.
      God is great.

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    2. Exactly my thought, they are familiar spirits not really your family members

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  8. I cried at point while reading, thank God your healing came through and for giving you a husband that loved you through it all

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    1. Same here, I cried too. God is so faithful. @Poster, your healing is permanent in Jesus, name, amen!

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  9. Dear writer, you just made me cried out my heart this afternoon. I join you to give God all the glory he deserves.

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  10. Wow wow wow....... I thank God for the restoration of life,good health and for the love,joy,happiness and peace he restored back into your life and home. God bless your husband for standing by you and supporting you.
    Your story is really an encouraging one. Most especially the part of been a last born.
    I see all of that in my youngest daughter...lol.
    Thank you Poster.

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  11. Demons disguising as ur mum and siblings. Very evil things, that probably possessed ur body or came to u when u were asleep. They are not ur real family members just evil things inhibiting the earth, hurting people and causing confusion in people’s life’s and family. Only prayers can send them away.

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  12. How many years has it been since you stopped bed wetting? I was hoping to read that at the end. I'm not saying God can't do it but you need to be totally certain it has stopped before giving testimony. By the way, bed wetting has nothing to do with the spiritual. Don't go about blaming or suspecting anybody to be responsible for your problem. My sister's house girl who is in her teenage years is still bed wetting even though my sister's little kids have stopped bed wetting. She feels so ashamed of herself just like you. But I'm happy you've taken it to God in prayer. There's nothing he can't do.

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    1. I reject this your faithlessness on behalf of the poster!
      God has given her total victory and it will not return in Jesus name!
      I received healing in my foot at a service and the following morning it was as if the pain wanted to return but i rejected it and continued to confess the healing i knew i had received, i activated the faith by sharing the testimony - not allowing doubt or faithlessness to prevent me from sharing
      And sure enough... as i continued to walk in faith and thank God, the pain that looked like it wanted to return disappeared completely!
      I confess the same for the poster! She will not live in fear of it may come back
      She has been delivered completely.

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    2. Please ignore this poster ...many haven't walked your work and will never understand and never try show empathy . The spirit realm is deep and if you knomy people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.w you know

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    3. Na them! Accuser of our brethren! Leave the woman to testify of God's glory and greatness in her life please.

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    4. But the bible passage is not right, 2 chronicles talks about Solomon, her passage about David is in 2 Samuel 10. Stop your religious aggressiveness, i have lived all my life abroad and my friends are white and went trough the same thing until her 30s which was corrected by medical surgery. I just think the prayers helped her body to fight it, she become more conscientious hence her fighting spirit made her wake up . There is a movie made by Nancy iseme, check youtube and you will see how the doctor explained it with good medical advice and explanation. Africans are very funny, see how you jumped on her.

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    5. Na dem oh. Pls she has testified this one and it is forever settled and affliction shall not rise again in her life!!!

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    6. I bedwet till i was 18, but i think i just suddenly stopped

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    7. @ anonymous 17:08, I am the anonymous 16:10 that replied your first comment. I was born and raised in London, I have lived here my whole life, it doesnt mean anything. That you have lived where white people live does not make you better or more knowledgeable than black people who live in Africa.
      Just because some people's problems are physical and can be corrected medically does not mean that these afflictions which can also be spiritual cannot be corrected in the spiritual realm.
      My initial thought when reading what the chronicle poster put was this is psychological, because most bedwetters are abused with shouting and beating and rather than help the problem it makes it worse.
      However, the poster has shared a testimony of God healing her and you then come with your faithlessness, as if to say medical procedure is better than spiritual remedy? The root of an issue can never be solved in the physical realm alone.
      What you call aggressiveness was necessary to deal with your faithlessness which may not have been done intentionally to sow fear and doubt, but that is the effect. So yes, I reject your faithlessness and I reject it again. The poster who has shared her testimony is healed and has come to give thanks and we join her in rejoicing. She has no need for medical intervention like your white friend.

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  13. Congratulations ma'am. We thank God for permanent healing.

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  14. Congratulations to you and for marrying a good man.

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  15. Glory Hallelujah!!!

    Poster, I had tears in my eyes reading your testimony!
    God bless your husband like never before!
    Of course, those folks in your dreams were not your real life family but familiar spirits used by the devil to oppress you.
    Those last 7 days of battle should be likened to the darkest hour just before the dawn of the morning light. Thank God you claimed the victory Christ won on calvary.

    God be praised who always leads us in triumph and makes known the sweet savour of His knowledge by us in every place.

    *This song came to my spirit.*


    My God is awesome
    He can move mountains
    Keep me in the valley
    Hide me from the rain
    Glory Hallelujah!!!


    My God is awesome
    Heals me when I'm broken
    Gives strength where I've been weakened
    Forever He will reign
    My God is awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome
    My God is awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome

    My God is awesome
    Savior of the whole world
    Giver of salvation
    By His stripes I am healed

    My God is awesome
    Today I am forgiven
    His grace is why I'm living
    Praise His holy name

    My God is awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome
    My God is awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome

    He's mighty
    He's mighty
    He's mighty
    He's mighty
    Awesome, awesome

    He's holy
    He's holy
    He's holy
    He's holy
    Awesome, awesome

    He's great
    He's great
    He's great
    He's great
    Awesome, awesome

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  16. Wow! I guess congratulations is right at this moment. I actually cried reading your story, God has taken away your reproach and affliction shall never rise again.

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  17. Thank God for you poster. Your testimony is permanent in Jesus' name. Amen.

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  18. Wow, God is awesome. Your testimony is permanent in Jesus name Amen.

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  19. I cried while reading this .Chai poster may God make this testimony permanent in Jesus name amen.It really worth reading

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  20. Got really teary at some point.

    Congrats on your deliverance. May ur testimony be permanent in Jesus name

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  21. Okay so I needed this encouragement to not give up. Mine isn't bedwetting but I'll keep praying. I thank God for you

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  22. I cried reading your story and got encouraged to pray more often. Thank you

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  23. God! I cried so much while reading this.

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  24. I have cried my eyes out reading your story. I am happy for you. I also will be taking a thing or two with me. I have been believing God for something, it's over a decade and sometimes am weary too but just like you I won't give up. I will keep oneeling until God answers me too. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. May God answer you in Jesus name.

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  25. Bless be the name of the Lord. Your testimony is permanent in Jesus name.

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  26. Poster i would love with your permission to make this into a short christian film with some adaptions.

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    1. YOU WANT TO MAKE MONEY FROM SOMEONES TESTIMONY WITHOUT DISCUSSING WITH HER WHAT SHE WILL GET_IF YOU TRY THIS EH,THIS SAME STORY WILL BE THE PORTION OF THE GENERATION AFTER YOU BUT WITHOUT A TESTIMONY::::tRY IT AND SEE;TRY IT!

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    2. But stelz u saw with ur permission in the request of the anony poster above ur comment. I an not the anony above btw, I am in the make believe world

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  27. This story is somewhat similar to mine except the marriage part. I used to bed wet every single day of my life. Growing up it was so bad that whenever my siblings went on vacation to family members house, I was not allowed to go because of this issue. I was so ashamed of myself. I have a sister whom I share a bed with, so whenever the incident happens, I’ll switch the fan to the highest, use my own cover cloth (it was very thick then; not a duvet but more or less like a bedsheet) and press it on the side I urinated and prayed all night for it to stop. I’ll then quickly change my clothes, wash and put the one I urinated on directly under the fan for it to dry and wear it early morning before anyone found out and somehow (I don’t know how) it worked for me.
    Years continued and my sister found out and I knew the game was up.
    That Sunday in church, when the pastor asked me to wait behind, I was scared as it was unusual of him to ask me to wait behind. In fact I’m pretty sure he knew me as an ordinary church member so why would he ask me to wait behind?
    Closing hours, my fears were confirmed when he told me that my mother had told him “the sickness” I was battling with. I was so ashamed of myself and I didn’t even listen to a word he said. Nothing!!!
    When he was done with whatever he said, I stood up and my whole family was outside waiting for me. I cried all the way home and even till I slept. I prayed to God but my faith wasn’t even strong. I was about 12-13 years then so I didn’t even know how to pray intensively.
    Days rolled by
    Months passed by
    Years continued to pass
    And I was still bed wetting
    Is it the beating? Every morning I was beaten
    My mum prayed for me too (the little I could remember) and sometimes she would beat me I would question if I was her daughter.
    I couldn’t bring the mattress outside to dry because we had no baby in the house so why will are we bringing it outside.

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  28. One time, my sisters friends were at home and we had an argument, next thing she said was “you this Atole (one who urinates inside). I was so ashamed and I cried bitterly that day but still nothing. Though she apologised but the damage has already been done and I was praying for the friends not to spread the rumours in school. I didn’t allow anyone enter our room because of the smell and I remember I did everything possible not to provoke anyone at home so as not to be insulted. I would sweep and clean the whole house, prevented my sister from doing anything and I would even take the blame whenever she does something bad so as to be in her good books. She didn’t understand why; she thought I was just a good sister.
    Now whenever I bed wet, I notice that I would find myself in a place and I needed to wee badly which I would actually do; thinking I’m urinating in my dream when in reality I’m bed wetting.
    I got admission finally and my parents didn’t want me to stay in a hostel but I had no choice. On my first night in the hostel, I stayed up all through the night so as not to bed wet and seeing that it worked I continued subsequent nights but it soon began to affect my academics as I was sleeping all the time in class but as long as my shame was covered, I was fine.
    To cut the long story short, a night of embarrassment changed my life. My cousins came to spend the holiday and so as to cover my shame, my mum asked me to sleep on the floor so they don’t find out. That night, I couldn’t sleep
    I cried and prayed to God to please remove this shame from my life. I was expecting chAnges the next day but for where?
    Few months later, I started a pattern on waking up in the night every hour to urinate which affected my sleep pattern but I soon got used to it and just when I was about to be happy that finally the devil has been conquered, I was back to square one. At this point, the whole family had left me to my fate so I knew I was in my own.
    I prayed to God fervently one day fasted and prayed for God to please deliver me but when I didn’t see any changes I just gave up and continued to sleep in my urine soaked bed. But soon, I noticed that I had stop bed wetting but I was still watchful and when it didn’t occur for a month, two months, a year
    It was then I knew I had been saved.

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    1. I thank God for you dear. I pray your healing is permanent.

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    2. Anon 16:16 πŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€—. I hugged you so tight in my heart reading your own story too.
      It breaks me to see or hear people suffer and for so long.

      For me, a mere mortal to feel this way, I know that Father God cares more.
      I may not understand why it takes so long for His answer to manifest, but I know He loves us unfailingly.

      I don't have all my prayers answered but I am grateful, happy and take one day at a time knowing that what matters is that I be found faithful on the Day of Christ.

      Lots of love. πŸ’–

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  29. God is ever faithful. I thank God for his miracle upon your life. I pray that as he started it that it shall be permanent, you'll will never go back to your old days. God is great.

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  30. Poster your story moved me. Thank God it ended in praise.

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  31. Wow, thank God for you. Thank God for your husband. May your testimony be permanent forever.

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  32. I shed tears of joy reading this.

    I rejoice with you, may the name of the Lord be blessed forever.

    Your testimony is permanent.

    Thank you for sharing, you’ve set a reminder in my heart.
    Thank you.



    *May**

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  33. Happy for you poster. May your testimony be permanent in Jesus name...Amen.

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  34. What weakens me kpata kpata is why a Sisi will agree to marry someone, say "I love you, I do, I do"
    and you can't open up to that person about your short-comings. Everyone has a shortcomings. I have mine 😊😊
    (Not bed-wetting o, maka ndi uta)😊😊
    and I shared it with my DH (then my fiance) and together we overcame all of them through praying, fasting, seeking counsel
    in God's Word and encouraging each other etc.
    Please my beautiful Sisis, before you marry someone, share with the person your weaknesses and strengths. If the person truly loves
    you, he will help you bear it/find solutions unu anugo? 😘😘

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    1. I love you ANG but on this one I disagree with you oh😌😌😌
      Kuz it's different strokes for different folksπŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€—
      At the end God still did it for her in His own way
      She's now free that's what matter😏😏

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    2. @BaeisBeulah

      Thanks for your comment (without arrows 😊)
      One thing that strikes me is the fact that it was
      even the husband that she was "hiding it from" that
      gave her the solution that worked; prayer...which later
      became a vigil.
      If this lady knew about fasting like 2-3 days (am to pm)
      this would have stopped earlier. I am saying this based on
      Scriptures (1 Tim. 4:8) and other people's experiences.
      Notice too that "ironically" it stopped in pregnancy (when women urinate a lot).
      YOu know why? Pregnancy is a form of sacrifice (fasting, self-denial for another
      soul to live in us) for a woman.
      Thank God for women!
      Thank God for Naija girls too. 😊😊😊

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  35. Lady T/worth more than a thousand dollars15 March 2020 at 16:44

    Anonymous 15:35, they overcame by the Blood of the Lamb and y the word of their testimony.

    So, her testimony is sealed.

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  36. Wow, this story really touched me and to think it came at this point of me been depressed. Anyway we don't have same stories but I needed someone to talk to today and I just realized I have know one aside my beautiful 5years old daughter who might not understand whatever I am saying. Long story short. I am an orphan my mum died I don't know my father. My maternal grandparents took care of me. God bless them. I am married with a child know job graduated for the past 5years. My husband doesn't hesitate to remind me at every slightest opportunity that I am a liability. His words "I would have married someone that is working so I would have built a good house and drive the latest car". I sent him a message telling him I am gradually going into depression and guess what,I didn't get a reply. Anyways I have poured out my heart here I think I am getting better and my teatitest will surely come.

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    1. I'm sorry but I will blame you. When you are an orphan, you dont just marry anyhow. I imagine this man isnt taking care of your grandparents either. My sister, wake up and snatch your life back. Cry to God and He will come through. Dont get depressed and stay alive for your children oh!

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    2. my darling, you are not an orphan. God is your father and he loves you. it will be hard but dont let your husbands words get to you. his type will always blame others for their predicament. tell yourself everyday that you are a good thing and a blessing to your generation. look to God for your happiness please..big hugs

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    3. how does blaming her solve this issue?she is already married, deed has been done. she needs a way forward dasal

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  37. Dear poster, God is to faithful to fail, Thank God for his deliverance upon your life and for God to give you a understanding and caring husband. God as perfected everything for you

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  38. Poster please confirm the Bible portion again.
    Thanks.

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  39. Woooow!!! Congratulations on your healing. It shall be permanent in Jesus name.

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  40. Thank God for your life, while reading I became teary, may God heal you permanently poster and may you be always happy and blessed.

    Just little a little advice, please leave your suspicion on your family members and just keep hoping in God to watch over you always.

    Also please if possible seek medical help too, not bad. There’s nothing to be a shamed of, after all you got a doting husband.
    God bless you and may the name of the lord be blessed, now and forever more. Amen.
    Congratulations.

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  41. A urologist, medical specialist/medical doctor needs to be seen/ consulted in these types of situations asap.

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  42. Glorious God, beautiful looking, excellent God, we worship you. Thank you father for this that you have done in the life of our sister. We are so grateful we are so grateful we are so grateful blessed be your holy Name.

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  43. Poster, I got teary reading your story. Thank God for testimony. It is permanent in Jesus name. Amen.

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  44. Awesome God, Faithful God.
    The great redeemer. Thank You JESUS.

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  45. If you dont experience this you wont understand it.with this story I'm reminded once again of God's faithfulness in my life.its over 10 years I won my own bedwetting battle.oh how I prayed! God answers prayers people

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  46. I can believe chronicles of hope has startedπŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€—wow
    Thank you Mami Stella 😘😘😘
    Indeed God is too faithful to fail His children πŸ™πŸ™
    Thank you poster for sharing this with usπŸ€—πŸ€—
    May your testimony be permanent and your joy full in Jesus name Amen.
    I jus got another reason to continue holding unto GodπŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ™Œ

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  47. Poster thank God for you. I cried reading this story.

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  48. There is a movie about it called ADAIFE featuring Nancy isime.Her solution wasn't prayer though. A device was inserted which shows the bladder pressure and at a certain pressure it beeps so loud that it would wake a dead man up.Please people in her shoes should seek professional advice and avoid online. I believe in God but that is also God's way of helping out.

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  49. The story of bedwetting usually follows a dream. It's usual. I bedwet once ihn a while, when im very tired or drunk. My husband knows this and it's not a problem. My family knows this, and it's not a problem for them either.
    It actually stopped , but resumed to once in a while after I gave birth.

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  50. So sorry for the bible quotation, it was a typographical error. It's actually II Samuel 10. Thank you all for your comments and encouragement. God will answer all your prayers. I'm really grateful to Stella for this platform to share my story.

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  51. Thank you poster for reminding me how ungrateful I've been. Thank God for your breakrough, your healing shall be per.anent in Jesus name. I had the same problem from childhood, and it was as if I wrote half of this. It was until when I soaked my matrimonial bed with urine, I cried to God from an open heart, and God did the miracle. God answes prayers, and no problem is too hard for HIM.

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  52. May your healing be permanent in Jesus name.

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  53. Wow, God is great. Your testimony is permanent in Jesus name. Thanks for sharing.

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  54. God of miracles, signs and wonders we believe in Your supernatural work in our lives, thank You for healing this Poster, her healing is permanent, in Jesus mighty name Amen.

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  55. And she writes so well was easier to read . What people go through ehnn ..

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  56. Thank you Lord for the victory you gave your daughter.

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  57. Thank God for you. God heals and heals completely.

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  58. I rememeber as a sunday school teacher,taking children at youth camp,and bedwetted some nights at the corner i slept even with my students.
    I remember,as a bridal train,sleeping at the corner of a mattress,impromtu sleeping over at someones house(all of us on a mattress),i bedwetted.
    I remember just like yesterday,i was 20 years,the oldest in the room in the private university (upper bunk),and i bed-wet some nights,(had to spread large nylon underneath my mattress),not knowing that was problem,a night i bedwetted,the nylon extended and was dripping urine all over my bunkies mosquito net and bed,stepping down,God was good,she wasn’t on her bed(she likes to sleep out).
    I rememeber it all,just like yesterday,worst of,i sleep talk again.
    What it was,i can’t tell,but dear Lord,i am grateful it stopped and i am sorry i did not thank you enough.
    In my 30z now,and i know i stopped years ago,but i sometimes pee a little for whatever reason these past years.
    I still sleep talk i believe,i have tried to set camera to video myself through the night to see what happens while I sleep,the once i tried,it failed.
    Sighs...

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  59. Wow! Thank for you. Testimony is permanent!

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  60. Wow! Thank God for you. Testimony is permanent.

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  61. Wow...thank God for your testimony, I can so relate to this your story. All that using clothes to cover the stained bed. I was bedwetting till i left uni, i attended a private uni and had about 4 roommates, my days in Babcock was hell, affected my self esteem and how i relate with people. No one is allowed to sit or lay down on my bed cause its always padded. I never really had issues with my roommates and i appreciate them for that, cause they respected my space and i had to wash like evry other day, it wasnt an easy experience. All I can remember is that by the time i left school the frequency had reduced and i had to one to talk to really. I thank God it stopped which i cant remember exactly cause i got fed up. I have two kids now 6 and 4 and I thank God they wake up to wee on their own, this has always being my fear. I know its God's doing. I pray our healing is permanent IJN.

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