My Story…


When I woke up one day in March 2017 to a body that was already circling the drain, I faced a reality I never knew I needed to prepare for. Overnight I had gone from a moderately healthy 34-year-old to being septic, with an almost 100 percent chance I wouldn’t survive.

 
My life instantly changed. The damage wrought by the sepsis was extensive, but my arms and legs got the worst of it. So just a month into my ordeal, both legs below the knee and both arms below the elbow were amputated.

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Strangely enough, this battle to live transformed my lukewarm intellectual connection with the divine to a sudden, desperate need for everything God longs to give me.

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True—becoming totally and permanently disabled was never my plan for my life. But it was, apparently, part of God’s plan for me.
   

And despite how unpleasant it feels, physically, to be a quadruple amputee, I rejoice because I now know, for the first time, what it is to share in Christ’s suffering—that painful privilege of being asked to carry a heavier load than most.