Born from the Darkest Valley, Carried by Grace

In December of 2023, I received a diagnosis that stopped my world: end stage renal disease. I know what it feels like to sit in a doctor's office and hear words that rewrite your entire future in an instant. I know the fear, the grief, and the desperate, silent prayer — God, are you still there?

For about six months, I went to an in-center dialysis clinic three times a week. I sat in that chair and watched the machine do what my kidneys no longer could. It was humbling, exhausting, and at times, deeply isolating. But it was also where I learned to be still — and to let God be God.

I eventually transitioned to home hemodialysis, which brought a new kind of freedom — and revealed the depth of a love I will never be able to fully repay. Sue was the rock of that season. She did most of the work. She learned the equipment, ran the treatments, kept watch, and never once made me feel like a burden. While I was the patient, she was the warrior standing beside me every single day.

Sue's gift is the living definition of grace — unearned, sacrificial, life-giving. It changed everything. And it showed me that God's healing often comes through the people He places beside us. That is the heart of God's Healing Warriors: you were not made to walk this alone.