About Carol

 Forward: Hearing GOD’S voice and applying HIS GOD given instructions, was and is the key that has and still does unlocks the great doors provision and of opportunity for me.





This is just a brief testimony of my life story as I grew up as a child.   


Psalm 22: 9-10                                                                                                                                                                         9. Yet You brought me safely from my mother's womb and led me to trust You when I was a nursing infant.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 10. I was thrust upon You at my birth. You have been my God from the moment I was born.          

Hi I'm Carol Matthyse. A 44 year old housewife (executive) married to Efraim Matthyse and we have two beautiful sons, Callan 18 and Jesse 13 years of age. We live in South Africa, Cape Town. My maiden surname was Stevens and I’m the youngest daughter of my parents Susan Stevens and my belated father, George Stevens with five sisters and one brother, but only myself and one other sister was born out of my mom’s second marriage, my other sisters and brother their father drowned.

This is what my mom told me. She became pregnant and went to hospital, due to complications with the pregnancy, the doctors told her that the fetus is lying outside of her womb and they need to remove it and it’s a boy, then the doctors discovered, but there’s another fetus growing in the womb, so they shared the good news with my mom and then she asked the doctors to remove that one as well.  The doctors did not grant her request and after a few months my mom gave birth to a little girl, she named Carol. Isaiah 43:4 Others died that you might live. I traded their lives for yours because you are precious to me. You are honored, and I love you. While being in hospital I almost fell out of the cradle, my mom told me the nursing staff took me from her, because it was during the time of apartheid in South Africa, so they walked with me showing me to all the other mommies in the labor ward, telling them about this brown woman with hair that’s platted that has given birth to this white baby with fine blond hair. So when my mom was discharged from hospital, they did not want her to leave with me, until they have seen my father. So eventually my dad showed up and to their surprise he was also a fair (white) colored. So I went home with my parents, Susan and George Stevens.

 We grew up poor, living in a zinc house on my grandfather’s property. I remember the nights we had maize meal for supper and in the morning maize meal for breakfast, in the afternoon coming from school, its bread without butter, just a little bit of sugar on the bread to give it a sweet taste. When it rained, my mom use to pick us up put us on the table, because the house would flood with water. My father used to dig trenches for the water to flow out of the house.

As my father dug trenches for the water to flow out of our home, so did the enemy also dig trenches for my father to move out of the house and to leave us with our mom.  He smoked marijuana, cigarettes and dranked alcohol, but he was a very quiet man, he never performed like other drunkest. Many times my mom would send myself and my sister, (I was still on primary school and my sister on secondary school) to our father’s working place by bus to go and get money so that she can buy food for us. When we got to his working place then we will find out that our dad already left. Many times myself and my sister get so hungry then we don’t have extra money except our bus fare back home. So this one day, I remembered, again we did not find our dad, he left early with his monthly salary, so we were standing one side still hoping maybe we will find him, then a yellow foxy (car) stopped and asked us who we waiting for and my sister said, sir we waiting for George Stevens and he asked who are you, we said we his daughters and he said no, your dad left early. So he offered us a lift and bought each one of us a big scone and coco pine nut cool drink. We ate as though we haven't eaten for days. My palate was itching of the scone that stucked in my palate. So after a period of time, my dad would come back home and then he would leave us again. So we did not have that stability and security and the privilege of being a healthy family. We got use too his coming and going.

At the age of 14, I went with my mom to Nicky van de Westhuizen’s crusade, and when he made an altar call, I didn't know how I got to the front, but there I was standing accepting JESUS CHRIST into my life. Then at Pastor Reinhardt Bonnke’s crusade I got baptised in the HOLY SPIRIT and then my spiritual journey with the LORD began.

One evening while my mom was at the church prayer meeting and myself and my sisters and brother were at home watching Dallas on television, I heard a soft voice “saying, get up and go pray”. So I immediately re-acted on the voice, because I knew then it was HOLY SPIRIT. During that time my dad left us again, so we were like a ship without a steering wheel and my mom trying to hold the fort. I went to my mom’s room where I normally sleep when my father is gone. I then went to kneel down and pray, then I heard the voice again, “saying get up and go cover the side of the bed where your father usually sleeps and cover it 7 times under the blood of JESUS, so I obeyed the voice and did so. Then after that, the voice told me, go and pull –in souls into my kingdom, so I knew it was GOD. Then he instructed me how to do it prophetically, I stood between my mom’s bed and the wardrobe and I went like some-one that’s throwing in big nets to catch fish and then pulling it out and then I was taught how to pray the prayer of protection over these souls that I just pulled in. As I did that prophetic act, I was mentioning foreign names I did not know. So I stopped after I felt in my spirit it’s done. Then I prayed “LORD seal off these souls so that they will never get out. I used my hands to do the sealing off, as I saw them standing in a camp and they surrounded with a protected wall and a roof on top. Then HOLY SPIRIT was done. I left the room, not telling any-one what had happened. The next day my dad came home.

So in grade 10 at the age of 16 I came from school and normally everyday I have to help my sister Lindy to clean the house, but this specific day I had such a headache that I could not even concentrate or keep my eyes opened, Lindy then told me to go and lie down and I took a pain pill and I went to bed. Later on my mom came home from work and I called her, but she could not hear. Later on I heard some-one in the toilet next to the bedroom where I slept and I called for my mom, then she came in the room, asking, “Carol what’s wrong? I said, I’m not feeling well, my head, my head! Then she called my other sister, Naomi, to come and pray for me and then my mom told me to get off the bed to go and sleep on their bed. When I wanted to get off the bed, I could not move my legs. So they carried me to my parent’s room and they phoned the doctor and my sister’s friend who had a car to take me to the doctor. While I was lying on my parent’s bed, I heard the cries of my two sisters and they saying to each other look, it seems like Carol is busy dying.  I heard my dad saying, I will carry her and he was drunk and we lived on the 5th floor in a flat, so I was so scared that he will slip and fall with me, so my nerves was sky high, but I was so weak I could not resist the fact that he wants to carry me. Arriving at the consulting rooms of the doctor, she said, she don’t know what’s wrong with me, gave me an injection and said, if there is no progress they must bring me back the following day. The next day I was back at the doctor’s consulting rooms. She revered me to Libertas hospital (this hospital does not exist anymore). Arriving there, the doctor asked my mom, what did you do to this child!? I was taken up in hospital the day before my birthday. Yes surely the enemy was trying to kill me before I was even born and the day before celebrating my birth day he again tried. What a big loser he is! So I could not walked, I could not used my hands and my brain properly. The introvert child became the out-spoken Carol and then I let go of this tormenting secret I kept for years as my own. My dad caused pain and hurt in my life. My family made the excuse that my father was drunk, but I thought, it did not happen to you. I was discharged from hospital still in the same condition. Given a lot of tablets to suppress whatever you want to call it. The doctors said I had a nervous break down. My brother used to tell me, you mad, go back to the hospital. One day we had visitors and when they left, I was sitting in the room that my sister and I shared, and I had the attacks again where my feet just start kicking nonstop and I don’t have any control over it. I felt very embarrassed, because I’m a teenager, then my sister came into our room finding me having another attack, legs kicking, she prayed for me and my legs just kicked more badly. So I said to her, please get out of the room and leave the door open I will close it myself, knowing I’m not able. I stretched myself towards the door and fell from the bed and the door closed and there I’m lying on my stomach with legs kicking like a fish struggling in shallow waters. So I said to GOD, FATHER I’m young and I’m your child, I need a healthy body to serve you with. Please just let my feet stop kicking, so it did. Then immediately, while my parents was watching television I went to the toilet with my tablets and I said, LORD today I trust you to heal me, then Satan's voice came, you know you can’t live without these tablets, because you see, when I did not drink my tablets on the prescribe time I starts to vomit and I get heavy attacks where my legs starts to kick. So I said, Satan get behind me and I threw all the tablets in the toilet pot and pull the handle, and Satan said again, now you going to get sick! Up till today, it’s now for 25 years that I’m completely healed. Praise GOD!!! Today I’m dancing and jumping for the LORD, because HE is worthy.

 I had a father, but never had a relationship like father and daughter. My father would look at me, like something the dog has dragged in by the house. I started working at American Swiss Jewelers and whenever he was unhappy about something I did wrong in his eyes, like for instance, lift the lid of the pot to see what mommy made for supper, he would get so angry and irritable with me, but he would never confront me personally, he will do it via my mom and I will here he’s bad remarks, like can’t that child wait till we are going to eat (he used the eat word you will use for a dog.) Then one day I went to my mom and asked her if he is really my father, because it seemed like this man is really hating me, not liking me at all. So she said why don’t you go and ask him. I never did. So I had this missing father figure, although he was still alive and back in the house with us. My sister said to me one day, Carol, do what I do, I inform my friends about my stepfather. I tell them to ignore him, because he will not greet you. I said, no, I’ll rather not invite them home. But what teenage girl can’t have friends and not bringing them home? Well I did, since one day I met a guy and he wanted to come and visit, so then I understood why my sister informed her friends before bringing them home. So one day I just had enough and I chose to curse my dad to die and after a few days or weeks my dad got attacked by gangsters and was struggling to survive in his own blood. Well he survived the ordeal.  I thought maybe he didn't want another girl, maybe he wanted a boy. I experienced a lot of rejection, because my eldest sister he treated well. Then one day I just felt such a need of knowing a father and the love of a father. Just to sit on his lap and feel save. Then I decided I’m going to FATHER GOD, my ABBA FATHER. I went to lie prostrate on my bedroom floor crying, calling out to GOD and said, GOD today I’m coming to you as my FATHER, please teach me what fatherly love is, because, I don’t know, I don’t have a clue. Please teach me how to give love and how to receive love. I was in tears and I just felt the love of GOD filling my heart. Thank you FATHER. I must tell you, my Heavenly FATHER did an awesome work in me, today I can love unconditionally. I could forgive my dad and when I got engage with my husband, my dad’s behavior towards me changed completely. When I got married, my husband worked in another city, Port-Elizabeth and we moved there after the marriage and my dad said, I’m going with my daughter to see where she is going to stay. So he went with us and before he left Port-Elizabeth, he went to the opposite neighbors, asking them to please take care of his daughter and then he was laying a stoop in front of our house and everyday he would phone me, asking how is my daughter doing and your husband. I was 10 months married and 3 months pregnant, when I received news from my family that my father just passed away, he got a heart attack. Before he died, he phoned me the previous day and I said, you got your bonus today, so please give me a R50, he said I will give it to your mom and she can keep it for you, I never knew I will never see him alive or hear his voice again after that phone call. Ten months after our marriage, my father was buried out of the same church I got married in. I thank FATHER GOD for restoring our relationship as father and daughter. I remember my dad saying to me one day while we were visiting them for a weekend, he touched my stomach and said this must be a boy, because I don’t have a boy as a grandson only two girls, so 6 months after his death, I gave birth to a beautiful boy who looked at birth just like my father and still today at the age of 18 he still looks like my father, seems like our son is growing into the image of my dad, his grandpa.  


Today I want to thank God my Heavenly Father for teaching me what true love is which is unconditional. I want to thank God for using my parents as the delivery vehicles of my existence today. I want to thank God for the processes I went through, because it created within me the God king of character I have today. Thank you to my parents for raising me to the best of their abilities and for what you have deposited into my life.                                     


Malachi 4:6                                                                                                                               


Thank you LORD.

 

 

  

 

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The key that unlocked and still unlocks the doors of opportunity to me is hearing God’s voice and following
His instructions.