01/09/2024
*HAPPY NEW MONTH* ❤️ 🎈!!
*HAPPY SUNDAY* !! 💓
*GOOD MORNING BELOVED* 😍
*IT'S MY RELEASE DAY*
*TIME* : 5PM CAMEROON TIME
*VENUE* : YOUTUBE
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WHY COME BACK TO MUSIC? 🎶
*THE STORY OF A SECOND CHANCE: ASOWHITE JORDAN'S JOURNEY OF FAITH AND HEALING*
I never thought I would hear the words, "Asowhite, we might have to cut off your leg."
It all began after my mother’s burial in Bamenda. I returned to Douala, trying to move on, but soon I felt a strange pain in my left leg. At first, I thought it was just a minor ache, maybe from stress or overwork. But as the days passed, the pain grew worse — much worse.
One day, I woke up, and my leg felt like it was on fire. I could barely stand. Alarmed, I went to see a doctor, expecting to get some medicine and be sent home. Instead, I was told I had a severe bone infection called osteomyelitis. The infection was spreading fast, and the doctors were worried. They told me, "If we don't operate immediately, we might have to amputate your leg."
I felt a rush of fear like I had never felt before. Losing my leg? How would I live? How could I walk or dance, or do the things I loved? I was overwhelmed. The thought of surgery terrified me — the pain, the bleeding, the risk of waking up to a life that would never be the same.
I had always been a Christian, but in that moment, my faith seemed so small. Fear clouded my mind, and I began to doubt. I forgot that there is a God who is bigger than any problem. I stopped praying and let my worries take over. I felt alone, as if God had abandoned me.
Finally, the day of the surgery came. I was lying on the operating table, cold and afraid, my heart pounding in my chest. I was thinking about all the things that could go wrong. What if I never walked again? What if the infection spread further? What if…?
Then, something unexpected happened. The doctor, just before starting the procedure, bowed his head and began to pray. His words were simple but powerful. "God," he said, "we ask for Your guidance and healing today."
As I listened to him pray, I felt something shift inside me. I realized that I had forgotten the most important thing: God was still in control. In that moment of fear, I decided to pray, too. I whispered in my heart, “Father, I know I have made mistakes. I know I have doubted You, but please save me from this. I promise to live for You all the days of my life.”
Suddenly, a calmness washed over me. I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in weeks. I knew I wasn’t alone; God was with me.
The surgery began, and all I could do was trust. Trust that God was in control, trust that He would see me through. And He did.
The surgery was a success. I woke up with both legs, but the journey was far from over. I had to learn to walk again. For weeks, I was confined to a bed, then a wheelchair. It was hard. There were days when I felt like giving up, days when the pain seemed too much to bear. But every time I felt weak, I remembered my prayer and the peace that had filled my heart on that operating table. I knew God had given me a second chance, and I wasn't going to waste it.
Slowly, I started to recover. I moved from the wheelchair to crutches, and from crutches to standing on my own two feet. Each step was a victory, a testament to God’s grace and power. I realized that even in our darkest moments, God is with us, and He can turn our greatest fears into our greatest triumphs.
This experience reignited my passion for music — music that glorifies God and reminds people of His love and faithfulness. I felt called to share my story through song, to let others know that no matter how dark the night, there is always hope in God.
Today, I am here, stronger than ever, ready to share this journey of faith with you. My new music will be available for free on YouTube. I invite you to join me as we celebrate the goodness of God together.
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Remember, when life gets tough, hold on to God. He is always with you, ready to turn your trials into triumphs.
