The doctor pulled a chair next to my bed and asked me whether I believed in God. My first thought was, “I’m dying.”
“Just talk to Jesus like he is sitting next to you. No fancy prayer is necessary. Just speak your need. What have you got to lose?” So, I did. I said, “Jesus, are you for real?”
I needed to start loving myself in any situation, instead of the situation I was trying so desperately just to get through.
“I love Jesus because when my friend Diana had cystic fibrosis she almost died. She was put in the ICU and had only a few hours left to live. About 10 hours before her lungs were supposed to stop working, they found a pair of lungs that fit her. I prayed for her when she was going through all that, and Jesus answered my prayers by letting her live.”
I had lost my company, my marriage was on the rocks, and my financial future was discouraging. How was God working for the good in my life now?