And then something happened one day as I was sitting at my kitchen table, about to schedule my surgery date. I was thinking about how unhappy I was about my body and how it was almost hopeless for someone to lose more than 100 pounds without surgery. I was more depressed than I had ever been and I felt God’s presence come over me. The room became silent and I heard these words, “Give this problem to Me. Just try one more time.” Although I was alone, the words were so loud and clear that I wondered if it had been an audible voice. I knew it was God speaking because it certainly wasn’t me. It didn’t make sense. I had tried losing weight without surgery hundreds of times before and it hadn’t worked. Why would I try it AGAIN?! I had spent nearly 13 months qualifying for this surgery and it was my only hope of ever being normal. I couldn’t throw all that away now! I was angry that my only solution was slipping away.
Once I composed myself and worked through my anger and disappointment, I felt a sense of peace and calm. God was reaching out to me and offering me another way. I felt a very clear message that miracles were about to happen and that I was about to change.
I gave this problem to God and promised to give it one more, last-ditch effort. If I had known what would happen less than a year later, I’m not sure I would have really believed it. But it was true, my life changed, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God saved my life that day.
