“What’s wrong?” Gesikhouwa’s friend called out.
Gesikhouwa had been harvesting bananas when she fell suddenly as something moved beneath her foot.
“I stepped on a Papuan black snake,” she replied.
“Did it bite you?”
“No, I just stepped on it.”
Shaken, Gesikhouwa stood, picked up her knife, and continued her work, cutting a final bunch of bananas before starting down the path to where the canoes were banked. One foot behaved as normal, following the path, but she couldn’t keep the other from stepping into the jungle. Then her vision began to cloud, and she fell, staying conscious just long enough to yell for help to the woman walking in front of her.
Her neighbors loaded her into a canoe and paddled quickly towards home. In the middle of the lake, as the powerful venom worked its way through her body, Gesikhouwa had a vision of woman coming to her, calling her by name, and telling her she would not die.
Over the next few days, while she was recovering in the hospital, person after person tried to convince Gesikhouwa that the snake bite was a result of someone placing a magic curse on her.
“No,” she told them repeatedly, “God is with me. God knows our death, our end day. Only God knows, not us. I believe only God.”
Gesikhouwa now owns a copy of the New Testament in her own language, Kuni. As she reads God’s Word, teaching it to her children and grandchildren, her own faith is strengthened, and she says confidently, “When you have hard testing, don’t leave God.”
On the day of the Kuni New Testament dedication, Gesikhouwa held her copy proudly and grinned broadly, spilling joy that showed that God truly is with her.