Throughout my life I have been to church for weddings, christenings and funerals but never thought it would be a part of my life, until January 2000. Things changed when I was asked to be Godmother to my friend’s youngest daughter. That Sunday that I was in St Andrew’s I had a strong feeling that I wanted to come back, so I started coming to church Sunday by Sunday, then I started attending the Wednesday morning service too, all the time having a really strong feeling I wanted to know more about Jesus.

I had been unwell for a year before I came to the christening, attending the doctor and Ninewells for test after test without any diagnosis. Eight months after I first came to church, and still unsure in what I believed to be the truth about God, I got an appointment to see a neurologist but the appointment was 9 months away. Feeling strongly that I couldn’t wait that long I made an appointment to see my GP to ask if I could bring the appointment forward.

The night before that appointment, I was lying in bed in tears, sure that I was dying. In that moment, I cried out to God and said to Him, “I need you to help me and if you are really real I need you to show me”, I also said, “If you help me I will do anything you want me to do”. The next day while sitting in the doctor’s waiting room, I picked up a magazine. I started to read a story about a woman who had an illness called Myasthenia Gravis. I identified with all her symptoms straight away and so when I saw my GP I told her what I had read and asked her if that was what I could have! She was sure I did not have Myasthenia Gravis.

When I got home I looked on the internet about Myasthenia Gravis and had myself convinced I was dying. In desperation I phoned a nurse I knew who worked in a department of Ninewells that I was already attending. She then arranged an appointment for a week later to see one of the doctors I had previously seen in one of the clinics. The doctor I saw contacted the neurology department straight away. Two days later I was asked to go to the neurology ward. I was given tests for Myasthenia Gravis which were positive. My belief is that God intervened that day and put that magazine in my path. He heard me cry out to him and responded. From then on I knew He was real. It’s been a hard struggle since then but I don’t just have God on my side – I also have the fantastic support of family and friends and a huge amount of these are in St Andrew’s Church.

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