I believe in God. I believed in God before he saved my mom’s life. I went to church and
learned about Him, understood it all. I never really thought about how much He was there
for my family until years after my mom almost and I thought about the situation. My mom didn’t just get any old disease. She got deathly sick. Sick like an episode of House. No one knew what was wrong with her. She hadn’t felt very well for a few days but she just shrugged it off not thinking anything about it. She thought she just had a cold. She then had a surgery that had already been planned for another reason and it went well, without a glitch. Everything was looking fine until a few days after when she all of a sudden started to feel pain. My mom didn’t know whether she was just a wimp or whether she had really never been this sick before. She shrugged it off waiting for a few more symptoms. She finally went into the doctor thinking it was the surgery and they found an infection/ easy to fix. They did what they needed to, to deal with it. However, one day she could not breathe right; it hurt too much. She could barely talk
and had to take really shallow breaths. She called my dad saying that she was really sick and
needed help. He’ll say she basically said, “help” and then hung up. But my dad called our neighbors and they came over. They decided that she needed an ambulance. She had also already figured out what had happened the strep pneumonia had moved to her chest.
This might all sound like yea ok, her mom was sick big deal but my parents had heard tons of stories. Every ending was death. But that wasn’t God’s plan for her He really thought, “Hey, she’s not going to die like everyone else. I’m gonna save her.” They got to the hospital and the doctor didn’t understand how the strep had gotten there but it had. The doctor luckily fixed everything. It all worked. The only reason my mom lived was because she had gone into surgery soon before and thought something from that had gone wrong. She wouldn’t have made it to the hospital and they wouldn’t have save her life. There were so many things that could have gone wrong. So many things that could have happened. All the signs I think, point to God saving her life; and I really think that He decided my mom should live. She is basically the only person that has lived from the sickness and I think that I owe God that.
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