I was a Christian when I was young, but in my early 20s, I began pushing God away. I always thought that I would deal with “religion” someday, but it seemed easier doing things on my own. Several years later, I became sick with many frightening and painful symptoms. The doctors couldn’t determine what was wrong and I felt overwhelmed and terrified in the uncertainty. I felt very alone at night, unable to sleep, often feeling intense fear and despair. I remember during an MRI, lying inside that white tube, trying not to panic, I started reciting the 23rd Psalm to myself. I began to feel God’s peace. I started talking to God, asking Him to calm my mind and give me strength. I still felt scared, but I also felt an overwhelming assurance that all this was a part of God’s big plan for my life. As I began to trust God, I knew that I would be okay because God was taking care of me.