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Brain Surgery

On January 25th of this year, a tumor located at the base of my brain was removed. During the point of unconsciousness, I did not anticipate I would recall or remember anything. Surprisingly, I did. When I woke up, I could clearly remember singing this song by India Arie entitled River Rise. At some point in my life, everything expressed in that song was or became a reality. Hence, my poem River Rise.
Approximately, two years prior to my awareness of this condition, I made a commitment to the Lord to defeat my inconsistency as a Christian and solely devote my life to him. My checklist began with premarital sex. I told God I would not participate in this sin anymore because this body does not belong to me. With my commitment came uncertainty which led to me not completely letting go. I continued to take oral contraceptives with an attitude of “just in case I happen to fall in love with someone new”. My own intelligence failed to help me understand that this attitude was contradictory. The Lord spoke to me and said that if I truly wasn’t going to engage in premarital sex there was no need for contraceptives of any sort. Through reading the book of life, I obtained wisdom that gave me strength to let it ALL go. Soon after that, complications occurred and my hormonal system refused to return back to normality. I counted it far from a worry and assumed my body would eventually fix itself. That never happened. Twenty pounds, excruciating headaches, and 6 months later, I was informed that a tumor was the cause of this anomaly. My graduation was scheduled 6 days later and never had I imagined a gift of this magnitude. Life had to go on. The tumor was medically cared for until December of 2009, when a periodic MRI discovered hemorrhagic attributes. Stepping outside of my doctor’s orders, I sought the opinion of a neurosurgeon that was recommended by the radiologist performing the scan. (Never realizing, God was placing people in my path). After meeting with this reputable neurosurgeon, I continued to pray to God for wisdom concerning this trial.
I trusted in Him and proceeded with this evolution in life expecting nothing but greatness. My expectations were fulfilled and my faith increased. I live for God, literally. I love him so much that I made Matthew 16:25 a reality. I lost my life for Christ to find it and that’s not even half of my story. Be blessed.