My mother had recently passed away, leaving me in the midst of deep depression, when the stomach pains hit, but the nausea was worse than the pain and vomiting, accompanied by diarrhea. I thought I was dying, and in the midst of my illness, I kept repeating one scripture over and over, trying to convince myself that I would survive this often fatal illness…
Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed;
Save me, and I shall be saved,
For You are my praise.
… and thanks to God’s mercy, I did indeed survive this horrendous brush with death.
Cheryl A. Showers
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