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Growing up, my only religious experience came from my grandma Laura.  My parents were really not religious at all.  As a matter of fact, my father is an atheist.  Though I decided to be baptized at the age of 21, I did it as a promise to my grandmother.  I did not act like a Christian until I was born again in 2006.  Since that time, I talk to God daily.  He has gotten me through some tough times, but I had know what walking in true faithfulness was until three weeks ago.

One evening I noticed that I had a dry patch on my upper chest.  Just by chance I also noticed a lump.  I immediately prayed that I could get in to see a doctor.  My local doctor sent me to a specialist to take a look at it and run some tests.  However, insurance would not cover one of the tests, an ultrasound.  I became very distraught because my husband and I knew this needed to be looked at.  I remember bowing my head and asking for God’s help to find a good doctor who would accept my insurance.  Upon the first call after the prayer, I did find one. 

My original doctor had said that he was sending me to the most well-know doctor.  Now I was being sent to the doctor God wanted me to see.  It was a radiologist and a surgeon that no one around my town had heard of.  I admit it, I was worried.  Had God really done this? I questioned it. 

At the appointment, I found that I had breast cancer and needed an immediate lumpectomy.  How could that be?  I am only 41, and breast cancer did not run in my family.  I remember first being in denial, then sad, then angry.  How could God let this happen to me?  Then God sent me a truly great support system.  My husband being the number one supporter!  However, there was one colleague that I did not expect God would speak through.  At one of my lowest days after the diagnosis she said to me, “Stop trying to control this.  God had nothing to do this.  God wants to heal you.  Just ask him for help.”  So, that is just what I did.  I stopped wondering if this was the end of my life, I stopped questioning “why” and just prayed for healing every day.  Sometimes I prayed alone; sometimes with others.  My husband has become my prayer warrior. 

Now, surgery is over and the cancer did not spread to the lymph nodes.  I have since found out that my surgeon and radiologist is the best in my state.  I am so thankful that my heavenly Father walked me through this journey.  Every single time I thought I could not deal with this diagnosis one more day, I would run to him pleading for comfort.  I got it every time in many different forms.  One example is a book called The Prayer of Jabez.  The prayer asks for God to pour out his blessings on Jabez, to expand his territories, and keep evil away.  After reading it, I got a revelation.  I prayed this prayer daily.  I was going to be alright because I needed to tell this story to others.
 
God has been with me all along.  I had to walk in complete faith that God’s plan for me was not to die but to continue doing his will.  It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but I asked for his comfort and peace throughout.  Guess what?  I got that peace and comfort every time I asked.  Our God is truly an awesome God.