Soul Food

As It Turns Out, I Don’t Trust God.

My phone dinged late one evening and I looked down to see a text from a friend.

“So how are you doing?” she asked.

I wanted to put on a smile and type back that I was fine, but in that exact moment, I was anything but fine.

It had only been a couple of days since I had been released from the hospital for the second time in four weeks due to ruptured diverticulitis that left me with a large abscess that needed to be drained using a catheter inserted into my abdomen (you can read more about that scary ordeal here and here). I was still on bed rest, toting around my disgusting drainage bag, which I named Mary, while also taking sponge baths, and requiring help to and from the bathroom.

Sure, the drainage tube that was still inserted into my abdomen appeared to be doing its job and draining the infection, but I was in a lot of pain. However it wasn’t the pain that I was struggling with that night. Or the night before. Or the night before that. It was fear. Fear that the infection wouldn’t drain completely, as sometimes this happens; as well as fear that the hole on my colon wouldn’t close because statistically speaking, they typically don’t. Therefore I knew that if this plan, which was Plan B (because Plan A had already failed), we would need to move on to plan C. And friends, Plan C, which consisted of surgery and a 9-12 month temporary colostomy bag, frightened me to my absolute core.

And so for some strange and bold reason, I told her.

I told her about how I have been in bed for nearly 32 days and it was hard to maintain my hope that this plan would work.

I told her about how I cry and I cry and I cry. Sometimes they are just tears streaming down my face, while other times they are sobs that turn into wailing. I had gone from a strong, faith-filled Christian to one that felt faithless and weak.

I then confessed about how I always thought I trusted God to know and do what was best, but as it turns out, I don’t. Because truth be told, I feared what His version of best looked like for my life. And what He would ask me to walk through.


I am sure she could sense the panic in my words. I mean, how could anyone not? Even you can probably sense it in my recap, right? So of course being the awesome friend that she is (seriously, she is the best), she spoke miraculous healing over my body and declared in faith that I wouldn’t need surgery or a colostomy bag.

But friends, this is where I bared my soul as I shamefully told her that while I believe God performs miracles, right now, in this season of my life, it was extremely difficult to believe that He had one for me. I could believe with 100% certainty that He could open wombs, unblock Fallopian tubes, remove endometriosis, restore sperm, and even as crazy as it sounds grow money on a tree, but close a hole in my colon? Or completely drain an abscess? For some reason, I struggled.

My answers might have been more than what she was wanting but I knew that hiding my fears, ignoring my feelings, or at the very least not being honest with my thoughts would have kept me in bondage, a place the enemy wanted me to be.

He wanted me to live in fear

Remain in doubt.

Be swallowed up in worry.

And camp out in my self-destructive scenarios.

But you know, I hate him enough to do what he wants. Therefore I told my story to anyone who would ask how I was doing; and friends, I discovered that each time I exposed my weaknesses, chains would fall and my confidence in Him would slowly build as they breathed hope into my hopeless situation, healing into my body, and faith into my fears.

It’s been 11 days since I had the first honest conversation with not just my friend, but also with God, and I am happy to report that on July 25th it was confirmed via a CT scan that the hole is closed and the abscess is completely drained. No surgery is required and no colostomy bag is forecasted. The miracle I had prayed for, but doubted would happen, did.

I may not have been able to see it then, but looking back on this nightmare that began on June 18th with my Emergency Room visit and admission into ICU, I can clearly see God’s faithfulness and hand of protection upon me. I have been told by numerous hospital staff that the surgeon on call the day I was rushed to the ER is the best of the best, and the Radiologist who was selected to perform the procedure of inserting the catheter in order to drain the abscess is also a number one pick. Not to mention the nurses He placed in my path to care for me every step of the way were every bit of amazing. I also couldn’t have done it without my friends and family who managed to keep my home clean, my husband fed, and our daughter entertained while I couldn’t.

Sweet friend, I don’t know what it is you are going through, but take it from someone who has been through the fire, and that is this: it’s going to be okay. Yes, it might be painful. You might not get through it as quick as you would like and the fear might be crippling at times, but keep believing that even if you can’t see His hand working, you can still trust His heart.

And His heart is to heal, restore, comfort, protect, and love.

My prayer today is that through sharing my testimony of a miracle, it would give you an extra boost to believe in God for the miracle you need as well. He is not a respecter of persons (Romans 2:11), therefore what He did for me, He bends down to whisper that He wants to do the same for you! He is the Lord who is not only able but also willing. And I am proof.

 “I am the Lord who heals you.” Exodus 15:26

July 14th—struggling to walk

On July 21st, after 3 weeks of a liquid diet, I was finally able to eat this bowl of heaven (aka…mac and cheese)

Yay! On July 25th, after 13 long and painful days, the drainage tube is finally being removed!

For more posts written on this health scare, please click on the following links:

ICU, Diverticulitis, and a Colostomy Bag

A Liquid Diet, Sponge Baths, and a Drainage Bag Named Mary

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16 thoughts on “As It Turns Out, I Don’t Trust God.”

  1. I don’t comment much, but I always enjoy reading your blogs. I am so sorry for everything that you have gone through, but rest assured, you inspire many! As you said “it will be okay.” I have always believed that our primary purpose on this Earth is to help another human being. When I can use my hardships to do that, I have found my purpose. Thank you for inspiring…..I will continue to read!

  2. Oh, I love when God shows up big like this! I’ve prayed for you as I’m sure so many others have, and am so thrilled to see such inspiring results. God is good (and so is mac-n-cheese mmmmm)! xx

  3. What a hard road you’ve walked. You are GLOWING with that mac n cheese! (Well, mac n cheese can do that to anyone…) Prayers for continued healing for you.

    1. That make a cheese was only 4 bites and every bite was Ah-May-Zing! Lol! I had that small bowl eaten before my hubby had even poured dressing on his salad 😂😂😂

  4. Wonderful to hear how God healed you. So glad it rests on the finished work of Jesus not our faith to be healed. Your testimony is inspiring!

  5. Thank you so much for your honesty.
    Makes me always so encouraged that we’re all human and we really need God’s help all the time.
    I really needed to hear God’s words through you today.

  6. This was an amazing blog post – the brute honesty and the proof that even the most faithful doubt. I have always said there are times I am afraid to pray because what if my prayers aren’t answered that I would be mad at God – but I truly believe that even if we don’t pray God knows our wants and our desires and when the blessings happen- he is the first to be thanked and praised. So wonderful hear all your fantastic news! God Bless~!

  7. God Bless you sweetheart! Glad to hear of your miracle and answer to many prayers. You deserve that mac n cheese! Thank you for encouraging others even in the midst of your own trials.

  8. Hey stranger! Your story sounds familiar–I’ve been sick in a Crohn’s “flare” since January, developed a perianal abscess and fistula, been on all sorts of meds, liquid diet for awhile, in and out of the ER with one hospitalization…
    But one thing that is different is that I am tired of being sick due to my diseased colon and I am ready to have a permanent ileostomy (a colostomy bag). I feel like the bag and the opportunity to be well is a miracle just as much as not needing the surgery would be–I supppse we don’t always get to pick and choose our miracles. Hope you are feeling much better. XO

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