I am going to tell you a story, and it is going to be rambling, but please listen.
You see, I have been extremely ill for the last nine years, with no less than 30 hospitalizations during that time. At times, I came close to death. My last specialist over-medicated me to the point where I had many, many health problems, including physical disability in the form of needing oxygen 24/7. My relatives are now telling me that, in December of 2006, they were giving me a year to live, no more.
In November of 2006, my doctor suggested I pray for a miracle. So I did.
In December of 2006, around Christmas, two things happened: a) I got the stomach flu and b) we were snowed in by a terrible blizzard. At first I didn't go to the doctor for the stomach flu. By the time it was apparent I needed treatment, no one could go anywhere. I had to go cold turkey off two of my meds, as I was unable to take them. I would sleep for 7-8 hours, wake up for 1-2, go back to bed, sleep 7-8 hours, and so forth for a week.
By the time I got over the flu, I felt much better in so many ways. It was now obvious to everybody I was being mismanaged.
In March of this year, after being given a medicine that made me violently ill for two solid weeks (which I took myself off of, since the doctor wouldn't!), I changed doctors. As a result:
- I've lost about 100 pounds now. I had gone up to OVER 300 because of weight-gain drugs which I was on practically toxic amounts of.
- They hauled off the oxygen equipment in April, at which time I turned in my PERMANENT handicapped parking tags.
- Almost all the horrible side-effects from taking the medicine are gone -- one is permanent.
- I got my mind and personality back. I have a genius level IQ -- on the drugs, I was about average intelligence, no more. My mind was constantly fogged. There is very little worse than KNOWING you were once smart and now you're "stupid." It's a really terrible feeling. I needed calculators to do tips at that point in time.
Since I have a genuine, chronic, incurable illness, and since medication changes usually DON'T have dramatic results like this, even my doctor has no good explanation for what happened to me.
So...I got my miracle. Even my friends who have no belief in or love for God are using that word to describe what's happened to me.
Now here's why I'm writing.
What did I do after I got this stupendous miracle from God?
Thanked Him profusely. And stopped going to church.
I'm not sure WHY I can't bring myself to go to church. I'm pretty clear on the fact that my beef isn't with God. Yet I don't talk to Him too much anymore either.
It's clear to me, at least, that some of the answers to that question lie in my murky past -- here.