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Another moment of Grace in my young life taught me the power of prayer. On a family camping trip to Yellowstone National Park, I suddenly became very ill--vomiting repeatedly (earning me the nickname, "Old Faithful") and sustaining a high fever.
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Remembering that I had questioned certain tenets of Christianity (I wondered why it was important to sing about Jesus loving me just because the Bible tells me so), I wondered if I was being punished. |
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| "No" came the immediate answer. "For God is Love." "Then, Lord, please help." Immediately, I felt a cool hand on my forehead, my fever left, and I found I was hungry. I opened my eyes, but no one was anywhere near. I knew I was within the Presence of God. |