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SummaryI grew up always following rules about church, but it never touched my heart. At 14, I woke up in agonizing painβwhat I thought was a simple infection turned out to be a burst-ready appendix. Lying in a hospital bed on morphine, facing the possibility of never seeing another sunrise, I asked myself: what have I done for Jesus? Two weeks of recovery became my prayer retreat, running laps and walking in silent prayers with Pastor Allan. In those quiet circles around the track, I realized Jesus wasnβt just a character in the BibleβHeβs my friend who saved my life. Now, every heartbeat reminds me of His love and provision. ππ©·
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