MY TESTIMONY: GOD IS FAITHFUL AND TRUE*

I never planned to come to Canada. My plan was to go to Germany, but every attempt to pay my school fees failed. The network just wouldn’t work. It didn’t make sense then, but now I see it was divine redirection. Around that time, I joined *PSSBC*, and my mom encouraged me to try Canada instead. From that moment, everything began to move smoothly.

When I got to the airport, there was a glitch. My agent , a Muslim woman said, “Priscilla, I have seen how God has moved in your journey so far. That God that you and your mother believe in will come through for you.” And truly, He did.

I arrived in Canada in *2021* on a study visa. Things were hard at first. I didn’t have a house, didn’t have Canadian currency, and had to quarantine for two weeks. But through someone who knew someone who knew someone, I found a place to stay. I couldn’t pay rent, but a Nigerian neighbour I had never met paid my rent upfront and even took me shopping till i got my money

Still, I didn’t get a job for five months. It was tough —paying rent, surviving, keeping faith. Then my second school fees became due, but the exchange rate had doubled. My mom tried to sell land and raise funds, but nothing worked. Then one of my classmates gave us ₦1,000,000 the exact amount we needed to complete my school fees. That’s how I paid, just before the deadline.

Eventually, I found a part-time job (mentioning the original Royal nation founders here because they were such a wonderful family) 20 hours a week, barely enough to get by. I finished my studies in *September 2021* and applied for my *Postgraduate Work Permit (PGWP). Around the same time, I got an offer from a. It started as a part-time opening, but after a long wait, it became a **full-time offer. I thought, *Finally, things are looking up.

Then, in *March 2022, my PGWP was **rejected.*
The reason? They said they hadn’t received my transcript ,even though I could see it from my end. I had already exceeded my study permit . I . I couldn’t work..

Still, I sensed God was calling me into a deeper place of trust and rest. He said rest a lot . People around me prayed for a reversal, but I knew this delay was divine. We prayed and declared, and God gave a word through one of my ministers in the North American group — “There will be a compression of time.”

And that it was for his glory
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And that’s exactly what happened.
While others waited a year for restoration, mine came in *four months. My mum even texted me on August 1st saying, *“The Lord said it is this month.” And it was.

But my new work permit was only *one year*, and I needed a full year of eligible work experience to apply for permanent residency. My job at the bank didn’t qualify for PR. I was behind on rent again, but I decided to trust God. I applied for other jobs that could qualify, and that’s how I got my current position

The pay was $16/hour — much less than my previous job — but I felt peace about it. I even told God, “She wrote $16 on the posting, but I want $17.” And that’s exactly what I got.

At that point, I had only *seven months left* on my one-year permit, but I went in faith.

Then came another miracle. In *February 2023, I got a message from one of my ministers saying, *“Congratulations!” I was confused. The government had just announced an *extension for PGWPs* expiring between *April and December 2023. If my first PGWP hadn’t been rejected, it would’ve expired in March — and I wouldn’t have qualified. But because of that divine delay, I was *perfectly positioned for the extension.

That delay gave me *16 extra months* instead of the 5–7 I had left.

If that’s not divine orchestration, I don’t know what is.

After that extension, I hired my lawyer and began preparing for PR under the *Canadian Experience Class (CEC). But my CRS score was never enough. Then my IELTS expired. I retook it, improved my score, but it was still below the cutoff. I didn’t qualify for the **Ontario Immigrant Nominee Program (OINP)* either because my salary was below the provincial median wage — though it matched Thunder Bay’s regional standard.

Still, there were prophetic words that kept coming:

> “New beneficial policies for your PR.”

People asked, “Are you sure you’re meant to stay in Thunder Bay? Are you even supposed to be in Canada?” But I remembered all those days walking around this city in 2022, praying and hearing God say, “You are where I want you for now.”

My lawyer later mentioned the * (RCIP), but I didn’t want to go through it — it required employer support, and my relationship with my boss was unpredictable. One day God said, *“Declare what kind of relationship you want with her,” and I did.

Then my work permit expired in *February 2025, right before the RCIP opened. My lawyer advised me to **volunteer* in my same position until we could apply. My boss was worried — “How will you survive?” she asked. But I told her, “God has already provided.”

We planned for five or six months. She even tried to help financially, but It wasnt easy. So I volunteered, waiting on God.

Then came *April 2025*,
On April 24th, my boss was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer.
On April 26th, *my father passed away.*

In June, my boss had surgery. My colleague and I held down the business. Then in July, my colleague broke her leg — and it was just me.

That same July, someone called my boss , saying I wasn’t eligible for RCIP and had to leave Canada to apply for it . One week later, God overturned it — I got my *community recommendation* for RCIP, the key step toward PR.

We filed the application, and my lawyer said the PR would likely come before a new work permit, so I kept volunteering.

Then in *October 2025, another test came. Someone reported me to **Canada Border Services Agency (CBSA)*, claiming I was working illegally on a visitor visa. My lawyer and I explained I was volunteering without pay. They said volunteering was only allowed for charitable organizations — we didn’t know that. They doubted me, but I stood firm. They said I couldn’t go back to Budget Blinds. And that they are sending it to an immigration hearing .

I wasn’t even sad for myself — I was worried about my boss and the business. But I prayed:

> “Father, come through for Budget Blinds. Let this situation (the report and hearing )not affect my PR approval. Let the approval come swiftly so I can return.”

Since I cant work, I decided to use the time to *rest*.
I said, “God, show me what rest looks like from Your perspective.”

2025, one message kept repeating through different people — my brother, a minister, even strangers:

> “Faithful. God is faithful.”
> “You’ve been faithful in waiting; I am faithful in keeping My promises.”

One day He reminded me, “My promises are backed by the honor of My name.”
Another time He said, “I am faithful and I am true.”

And truly, I have seen His faithfulness.

When my dad died, I told my mom, “Every dime needed for this burial will come.” And it did. I didn’t spend a cent of my own money. People gave, supported, and blessed us abundantly. Even after the funeral, there was more than enough.

And in this current season, God still shows up — from groceries arriving when I didn’t ask, to people randomly adding me to their Instacart family plans, to unexpected blessings that sustain me beyond what I planned for.

My testimony is not just about immigration or timelines — it’s about a *faithful God* who cannot lie, who keeps His word, who orchestrates even delays for divine alignment.

It had to be this long. There’s no way to shorten this story, because every detail proves His hand.

And when I come back to finish this testimony — I will write it with the *exact date of my PR approval*, the day Heaven rejoices, and I will declare again to the world:

> *God is faithful and true. He keeps His promises. Always.*