At 36, I came face to face with death. Acute kidney failure struck without warning, plunging me into a coma and engulfing my family in fear and despair.

But where our strength failed, God’s power prevailed. As I lay unresponsive, my mother and my church family fought for me on their knees. Their ceaseless prayers were my lifeline.

Jesus performed a mighty miracle. He brought me back from the coma and completely restored my health. He rescued me from the edge of death and, in doing so, revealed the incredible depth of His love.

This ordeal didn't just heal my body; it reshaped my entire being. I now live with an unshakable trust in God, confident that He is with me through everything. Jesus is no longer a distant savior but a close, personal friend who walks beside me always.

In gratitude for this second chance at life, I find joy in serving Him. Every Sunday, I drive fellow church members to worship. This simple act has filled my life with profound meaning.

I owe everything to Jesus Christ. He held me in His hands, gave me a new life, transformed my heart, and welcomed me into the family of God. To Him be all the glory.