My Testimony

I noticed myself getting tired faster than the other girls during P.E. in the 9th grade. My mom took me to Dr.'s and they ran some test and I was admitted into the hospital. They couldn't find anything in particular and really didn't know much. So we just kind of let a few years go by not doing anything.

3 years later I went back for more test and I was diagnosed with Polymiositis, a form of Muscular Dystrophy. I was put on steroids and was to see my doctor in N.O. every other month. Then gradually he lowered the dosage of the steroids and I had fewer and fewer Dr. visits. Basically there was nothing left for them to do. My mom was already serving God and she prayed and confessed the word. I went on with my life.

Again they sent me home saying that there was nothing they could do. I went on with my life but this time serving and trusting the Lord. I was living on my own and doing most things for myself. But gradually I was losing ability. I would fall and once I'm on the ground there is no getting up by myself. I would drag myself to the phone to call for help. As I'm dragging myself, humiliated, across the floor, I was singing praises to the Lord. I knew that was where the devil wanted me, down, but I wasn't giving him the satisfaction. I know it was by the grace of God that I never broke any bones.

By now the only place I was walking (with assistance) was to my seat in church. Even that was getting to difficult and in May of 1995 I started using a wheelchair all the time. It was the hardest thing to do. I felt like I was giving in. But I had to focus on God and know that He has a plan for everything.

My mom was coming to my apartment every day, 3 or 4 times to help me. Then my dad and my grandfather decided to build me a house right beside my mom. It took 3 months to build it and in September 1996 I moved in and now I own my own home. Even though, in the "natural" things seem to get worse, I'm still believing God for my miracle and I know, that I know, that I know with out a doubt that it is on it's way.

I didn't like my life before I met Jesus but I certainly don't regret it. Because I know if I didn't go through everything that I did, I might not be serving God today or I may not have lived. It all brought me to this very moment, right now, where I can trust God in EVERY situation. And NEVER underestimate the prayers of a mother.

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