HOW I ENCOUNTERED THE HOLY SPIRIT IN A COUNSELING ROOM

I stand today with a heart overflowing with gratitude because if there is one thing I know for sure, it is this: God is faithful. When I look back at my journey, I can only marvel at how the Lord has carried me through seasons that should have broken me completely. There were moments when the pain was so deep, the battles so intense, and the tears so many that I wondered if my story would ever change. But how beautiful it is to serve a God who specializes in rewriting broken stories.

My journey began at a very tender age. I gave birth when I was only 15 years old. At an age when most girls are still discovering life, I was suddenly thrust into a reality I had never prepared for. That season came with shame, pain, confusion, and consequences that followed me for years. One of the deepest wounds that came from that chapter was secondary infertility. For years, I struggled to conceive again, and the weight of unanswered prayers, strained relationships, and silent heartbreak became my daily reality. There were nights filled with tears, questions whispered to God, and moments when hope felt painfully distant. Many times, I found myself asking, “Lord, have You forgotten me?”

But God never forgets His own.

In His perfect timing, when I had almost exhausted every human expectation, He remembered me. He blessed me with a son, and through that miracle, He reminded me that when God speaks a promise over your life, no delay can cancel it. That blessing was more than a child—it was God’s loud declaration that His promises still stand.

Just when I thought I had overcome one mountain, another rose before me. I was diagnosed with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Cysts), and this became one of the darkest seasons of my life. The pain was unbearable, the endless hospital visits were exhausting, and the emotional toll was overwhelming. Eventually, doctors scheduled me for surgery. But there was one problem—I was terrified. The trauma I carried connected to operating rooms was so real that I skipped the first scheduled operation. Fear had gripped me so tightly that I simply could not go through with it.

And right there, when fear had almost won, God stepped in.

He sent His servant, Mr. Silas. At that time, I had been referred to him for therapy because I desperately needed help processing years of trauma, pain, and unresolved wounds—burdens I had silently carried for 17 long years. When I first met him, I only saw a professional psychologist—calm, reserved, focused, and deeply attentive. He carried himself with such professionalism that matters of faith were never immediately obvious. But as our sessions progressed, I began sensing there was something deeper within him, something divine that God had placed there for a purpose.

Then came the day everything changed.

We had one of the deepest conversations I had ever had. For the first time in a very long time, I felt truly seen, truly heard, and truly understood. And then, after our conversation, we prayed.

What happened next still leaves me speechless.

As he prayed, he began asking me very specific questions. He asked whether I was experiencing pain in certain parts of my body—and he mentioned exact places where I was hurting, places I had not even spoken about. Then he began mentioning names. Specific names. As I was opening up about one of the most painful chapters of my life—how I had become pregnant while in Form One—he mentioned names directly connected to that season, including the name of the school principal from that exact time.

I froze.

My heart pounded.

Tears filled my eyes.

In that moment, I knew beyond any shadow of doubt that this was God. There was no human explanation for what was happening. It felt as though heaven had opened and God Himself was gently exposing every hidden wound I had buried for years—not to shame me, but to heal me. In that moment, I surrendered completely and simply told God, “Have Your way.”

After that session, I walked away with a peace I cannot explain. Later, I went for the medical tests in preparation for surgery, expecting the usual process to continue.

And then came the news that shook me to my core.

The cysts had shrunk.

The doctors cancelled the operation. What medicine had prepared to cut out, God had already begun healing.

I wept. I worshipped. I stood in complete awe because only God could have done that.

But the enemy was not ready to let go. Soon after, I was hit by another battle—crippling headaches. The pain was so intense it felt as though my head would split apart. I was exhausted, drained, and overwhelmed. Yet through counselling, I was encouraged to do something I had avoided for years: speak. To open up. To release. To become vulnerable. As I began sharing the deep emotional pain I had carried for so long, God once again stepped into my brokenness. Through prayer and guidance, healing began to flow, and in less than a week, I was back on my feet—strong, clear-minded, and standing tall again.

Then came another wave of attacks. Body aches. Joint pain. Ankle pain. Calf pain. One after another. My face broke out badly with acne, and the burden became so heavy that I wanted to shut myself indoors and withdraw from the world completely.

But even then, I kept showing up for my sessions.

And one simple question always met me: “How are you feeling?”

Such simple words, yet they created room for truth. Room for healing. Room for revelation.

During one of those conversations, another hidden issue surfaced. We prayed again.

And once again, God showed up.

Today, I stand here healed. My face is clear. The calf pains are gone. The body aches are gone. The headaches are gone. And most importantly, my heart has found restoration.

If there is one thing this journey has taught me, it is that speaking up saves. Asking for help is not weakness—it is courage. Healing begins the moment honesty begins.

I have learned that when God places the right person in your path to walk with you through your pain, it is one of His greatest gifts. I have learned that when trust is built, healing flows. And in that sacred space of honesty, prayer, counsel, and surrender, God reveals Himself in breathtaking ways.

Today, this is my loud and joyful declaration: God still heals. God still restores. God still reveals hidden things. God still remembers His children.

And if He did it for me, He can do it for you too.

To God alone be all the glory.

Sharon- Western Kenya