My sophomore year in college, I started getting sick and my mom was afraid it might be cancer.
I went to many doctors, but no one could tell me what was wrong. After thousands of dollars in diagnostic tests, they diagnosed me with irritable bowel syndrome and told me to go home and drink more water and eat more fiber.
So I went home and bought a big bag of prunes and started eating…
It didn’t help.
One day I was so ill, the pain was excruciating. I was laying in my bed and I could barely move—just moving would tighten my stomach so much that I would vomit and then (just to give you an idea of what this was like), I would vomit and dry heave for for hours until I was so dehydrated that I was exhausted and this would put me out for 2-3 days.
Have you ever felt like you were going to die? I was so distraught, I felt like I was going to die and these episodes had been happening so frequently and so often that I was desperate.
In my childhood, I had heard the story of a saint who had prayed to God on his deathbed and promised that he would devote his life to God if God healed him. And I thought, maybe that could work for me.
I prayed to God with all my intention, with every ounce of my being—I didn’t hold anything back. I said, “If you show me the way I will do whatever it takes. I will do whatever it is that you want me to do. If you heal me, I will devote my life to you.”
God answered my prayer. But it wasn’t what I expected or how I thought He would…