I grew up in Nepal and I was raised in the Hindu religion. I had Christian friends, I heard of Jesus, but He was just like one of the other religions’ gods to me. I moved to the United States in 2011, and I met my husband at work and later married.

The beginning of my faith journey, when I think back now, I believe if I hadn't met my husband, I probably would not know Jesus. He took me to church, he used to play sermons in the car, and he played Jesus movies at home. It definitely all helped me in my faith, but still, I was very new. I remember when I had complications in my first pregnancy, my husband took me to the hospital. I was probably 32 weeks along when the doctor told us there is a chance we might have to be ready to get the baby out. I wasn’t sure if she would survive, and I remember crying in pain, heartbroken, talking to God, asking Him to help. Later, the doctor came with good news. The injection they gave me stopped the contractions and I needed to do bed rest for two weeks. Later, my baby was born by c-section. Beside all the complications, she was healthy, and thankfully, she is serving Jesus very well and loves Him.

It was God who answered my prayers. I'm so glad to share this testimony today.

I have a lot, but let me make this as short as possible. I remember the first time I called on the name of Jesus, after both my children were born, night become a night are to me suddenly. I saw demons come to attack me, I was so scared sometimes, I even asked to change sides of the bed so that demons might not come, but they

would still keep coming as soon as I got in bed to sleep. I was so scared. I shared with my mother in-law, and she gave me a book with scriptures and told me to read every night, and when it happened, to ask him to leave in name of Jesus, and I did that. It left me the first time! I was amazed to witness the power of the name of Jesus. 

I had to share this too.  

In 2020, when Covid started, my dad was hospitalized and he was very ill. He was admitted to the ICU and was in a ventilator machine. When I heard that from my brother, I went to see him, and I was the first person to see him, so I was only one who could come to see him - that was the hospital rule. When I went to see him in the ICU, I saw what looked like a dead body to me. He was sedated and wasn't moving - I believe the machine was giving him 90% of his oxygen while he was breathing 10%.

I was heartbroken. I started crying. I was nervous. Then I stopped and talked to God and prayed over him and left the hospital. I came every morning after dropping of my kids off at school. I remember playing worship songs – “Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)” by Hillsong, “Worthy” by Elevation Worship, “What a Beautiful Name” by Hillsong, and “Praise You In This Storm” by Casting Crowns - and praying, I trust in You, everything is possible through You.

I wasn't great at praying at that time, but every prayer I found on YouTube I repeated myself and prayed that prayer every morning while I drove to the hospital. I did this in the hospital. My dad didn't hear anything, or talk, or open his eyes, but I never stopped believing. I put one earbud on his ear and played prayer and praise songs and sermons.

It was one week and still he wouldn't wake. I believed God said he was supposed to wake at that point, but he went two weeks still wouldn't wake. Every morning I saw nothing change, and the doctor told me he might not wake and we needed to talk about pulling the ventilator. But in my heart, I knew still my God will heal him. I wasn't giving up on my faith even 1%. I was 100% firm at that point still that I would see God do a miracle. 

After I left the hospital, I remember that night I went to the closet to start praying to God, and crying, I felt the Holy Spirit’s presence. I felt Him whisper in my ears. I knew right at that time God answered, and in the morning I would see a miracle. I slept, then I saw a vision very clearly what was going to happen the next morning. I saw the doctor taking out the ventilator, and my dad opening his eyes. I woke excited to see it in reality - like every other day, I left home around 9am playing worship songs.

That morning I went his room like always, and I saw my dad with a ventilator and open eyes, still little drowsy, but exactly what God showed me. My dad was fully recovered. He later said, he could hear I was praying for him.

It is my God, Jesus, who healed my dad. He breathed life in him even when the doctor was giving up. Since then, I'm not same person. 

I fully give my life, my heart to him. I surrender everything to him. My faith got strength in a way that nothing can break anymore. I will follow him the rest of my life with all my heart and soul. Christ is my Savior, my Lord, my Healer, and everything.  My life is not the same again. I love him with all my heart and soul.

My favorite scriptures are Matthew 22:37 - Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your

God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’”

and Psalm 73:26 - My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.