In December 2022,  my dad applied for a USA visa under a very rare visa class whose protocols are very strict. The visa class is usually restricted only to those who have exceptional abilities, and it takes a lot of process to be considered and given the visa. From Dec, 2022 till around Dec, 2023, we didn't hear anything. It was as if everything had gone south. I raised it during reboot camp 2023 and a friend gave me a word that God will sort it, and God also said that he'll come through in strange ways. 
Suddenly, around the first quarter of 2024, the first letter came in from them. Unfortunately, the mail man who received the document hid it the first time and the 2nd time, and that prevented my dad from reaching the letter. He kept sending an email to them saying he didn't receive anything, not knowing that it was the mail man who was hiding his letters. After so many back and forth, he got the letter. He went ahead to submit the required documents, medical reports and so on, and then up to the interview. At a point, we received an approval for an expedite adjudication of the visa. This was something that we didn't apply for and on a normal day, USA barely gives approvals like this. The only reasonable explanation is that an angel applied on our behalf. 
Every part of the process wasn't just stressful, it was costly. The way God came through was so amazing. People we had thought would help didn't show up as they ghosted. He brought up men whom we never thought would help. It was as if they were more intentional about the relocation than we ourselves. Fast forward to 2025, July...the visa was approved for a family of 7. 

I fell terribly sick, and little did I know how serious it would become. At first, I thought it was just a normal fever. I got some drugs but by the second day I realized it wasn’t working. I went to the hospital and immediately after the doctors examined me, I was admitted. Even then, I was worried because I had exams coming up that I didn’t want to miss. They tried to speed up my treatment so I could leave, and though I was discharged, I was still not well.
Two days later, things became worse. I was rushed to another hospital in another town and honestly, I don’t even remember how I got there. By the time we arrived, I was already far gone. I was admitted again for days, on drip and injections throughout.
But in the middle of all this, God was already working. The same exams I was so worried about were postponed — all three major courses. None of them held while I was sick. And by the time the new timetable came out, I was already regaining my strength.
I managed to travel back and forth to school daily just to write my exams, since I couldn’t stay alone yet.
God brought me back from the edge of death, he healed me.