I didn't have enough breath to eat much. Don was getting very frustrated, as he didn't have a wife with him at that time. I couldn't talk, I couldn't do anything. But I could talk to God in my head. He became my best friend. My spiritual life expanded during that time, cause I was totally dependent on Him.

        I was on high dosages of steroids, and to make a long story short, I went to the Mayo clinic, who couldn't find anything wrong with me. They thought it was an acid reflux problem. I worked for a GI doctor at the time, so my boss put me on medication for acid reflux, and I got better. Was able to come down off the steroids. But the point is I was totally dependent on God, during the time I was sick.

        There was a time when Don came home from work, and he thought I had crossed over the River Stix. He wanted to take me to the ER, but I wouldn't let him. When I came around enough to talk, when I spoke to him, it didn't come from my brain, or mouth, it came from deep inside me. The more I talked the better it got. I got oxygen moving again. Again the point of the story is that God is our best friend, and Lord & Savior.

Terry Jolly ~ April 2^nd, 2023

NIV John 15:15 I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business.
Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.