Years ago, the Lord miraculously healed my son from grand mal epilepsy. Jadon’s seizures completed seized and gone, and in my gratitude and relief, I stopped praying for years…because I believed the battle had been won already.
However, the story did not end there.
Jadon began to suffer from another condition called dystonia since he was 2 years’ old – a deeply disturbing affliction that has followed him for years and remains with him even today. It is not only painful, but cruel in its timing – waking him up suddenly in the middle of the night. Many children suffer in this way, and as a parent, it is heartbreaking to watch.
For many years, my son and I endured this condition in silence. The neurologist informed us that dystonia could only be managed through medication – specifically clonidine. While the drug induced drowsiness and significantly lowered blood pressure, the dystonia itself did not relent. Instead, it continued to worsen as my son grew.
Then came a season of severe trial. For two continuous weeks – day and night – Jadon suffered from violent and relentless dystonia episodes. Neither of us could find rest; sleep became scarce and fragmented. Despite being administered nearly three to four tablets, four times a day – well beyond the usual dosage – the condition showed no mercy.
On the fifteenth morning, something changed…
I awoke with a righteous anger raising within my spirit – not directed toward God, but toward the affliction itself. That holy resolve drove me back to the Lord. In that moment, I made a deliberate decision: to cease striving in my own strength and to surrender the battle once again into God’s hands. I set my heart on ending this suffering, not through human effort alone, but through complete dependence on Him.
And so, I returned to the Word. As I searched the Scriptures, the Holy Spirit opened my eyes to something I had never fully grasped before. Repeatedly throughout the Gospels, when individuals were bound by conditions that tormented their bodies, Jesus did not merely address the symptoms – He confronted the source. With divine authority, He rebuked unclean spirits, and the affliction departed.
In that moment of revelation, one truth became unmistakably clear: Jesus never negotiated with evil – He rebuked it.
This understanding reignited my faith. It reminded me that healing is not only physical, but spiritual; noy only medical, but authoritative. The same Jesus who healed before is the same God who reigns today. His power has not diminished. His compassion has not changed.
I was reminded of how the Lord had healed Jadon’s epilepsy years earlier. That memory strengthened my resolve. I became determined, in faith, to bring this affliction to an end in the name of Jesus. The Scriptures speak of seizures and torment afflicting children through unclean spirits, as recorded in Mark 9:17-29. With this truth anchored in my heart, I once again sought the Lord earnestly, believing Him for deliverance.
I set my heart to pray – not timidly, but with authority and faith – trusting that Jesus could speak peace and healing over my son and restore rest to our lives. I began to pray boldly, declaring victory in the name of Jesus, speaking to the “mountain”- dystonia as Scripture instructs, and calling things that are not as though they were – just as I had been taught by Pastor John Osteen.
For I knew this: the battle belongs to the Lord, and in Him, deliverance is not a possibility – it is a promise.
Back in 2022, during one of the most intense seasons of my life, I devoted myself to prayer and communion five to six times a day. The season marked a profound spiritual lesson – one the Lord used to shape and anchor my faith. This time, as I faced yet back to the place of daily devotion.
I made a deliberate decision to rebuild that sacred rhythm – to commit myself once again to consistent prayer and communion. I resolved to pray at least three to four times each day: early in the morning upon waking, at midday, before dinner, and again before bedtime (I’ll pray one more time if dystonia wakes my son up at night). Alongside this, I began worshipping the Lord daily and as often as I could. I returned to what God had already taught me during those nine formative months in 2022, holding firmly to belief that He would once again defeat this darkness.
Of course, nothing appeared to change at first…
For the first two months, despite faithful prayer and worship each day, I saw no visible improvement in Jadon’s condition. The dystonia remained severe, and the suffering continued. Yet throughout that season, I made a conscious decision not to doubt God’s goodness and His faithfulness. Each time I prayed, I walked by faith, and not by sight. I kept reminding myself: Do not doubt. God is working, just as He did in 2022.
Then, after more than two months of persistent prayer and worship, something began to shift. The dystonic episodes did not vanish overnight, but their frequency began to decrease. It was not a sudden miracle like Jadon’s hair, but a steady and undeniable change. Through this, the Lord impressed upon my heart an important truth: The key is to keep praying and believe without ceasing.
Dystonia did not die just like that… Since early 2023, I have also endured a personal battle with depression. As I pressed in through prayer, I often faced overwhelming physical symptoms that forces me to pause, time and again. This cycle repeated itself over the months, even till May 2025. Yet I clung to the Word of God, which declares, “Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” With that promise, I chose to fight – again and again.
After “fighting” with depression for two whole years, I made a firm and unyielding decision: I would no longer allow the enemy to take control. Whenever I felt physically weak and utterly exhausted, I continued to pray. At times, this meant lying in bed, holding my son close and the piece of biscuits in my hand, whispering prayer with what little strength I had – offering them in faith and complete surrender to God.
Today, the dystonia has not fully disappeared, but it is greatly diminished – meaning it only attacks my son when he is waking up and getting very sleepy before bedtime. Most of the time, this enemy is rarely seen throughout the day. I testify that it is already dying. Even whenever it does attempt to attack, its intensity is far weaker, and it subsides quickly. I see the hand of God at work.
Jesus Himself said, “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you”(Mattew 7:7). Therefore, I know my battle is not finished. I will continue to pray, to worship, and to believe – without ceasing and without retreat- until God’s full answer is revealed. I hold firmly t His promises, and I refuse to yield to enemy.
For the victory belongs to the Lord, and those who trust in Him, with violent faith, we shall chase the devil out of our children’s body!