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In Her Own Words


In Her Own Words


God definitely carried me through one of the most challenging years of my life.


I had grown up in the church and gone to church camp every summer, so I had heard many testimonies of how the Lord used different situations and trials in people’s lives to make them who they were today. I prayed that the Lord would give me a story—and little did I know what he would do in response to that prayer!


I had finished my first semester in college and gone home for Christmas break. I went to the dermatologist for an infection on my face and mentioned that I had a mole on my foot. And it was a good thing I mentioned that mole: two weeks later I got the call that I had stage-four malignant melanoma. The cancer became more real when I had to find a surgeon, a plastic surgeon, and an oncologist in just one week. Then after two surgeries, I not only had to learn how to walk again, but then I began a year of chemo.


As I write this, I am almost seven years cancer-free! It is amazing to look back and praise the Lord for healing me. My scars remind me every day of that painful time, but I choose to embrace what he’s done because I wouldn’t be who I am today if I hadn’t faced that disease. My scars also remind me of his scars and what he sacrificed so that we would have life and have it to the fullest!


It is good that one should hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD. *

In my distress, I said, “God cannot see me!” But you heard my prayer when I cried out to you for help. * “In this

world you will have trouble. But take

heart! I have overcome the world.” * I

waited patiently for the LORD. He turned to me and heard my cry. * Be joyful because you have hope. Be patient

when trouble comes, and pray at all

times. * We must not become tired of

doing good. We will receive our harvest of eternal life at the right time if we do not give up.






wo years out of West Point, Lieutenant Sam Brown was on his first tour of duty in Afghanistan when an improvised

explosive device turned his Humvee into a Molotov cocktail. He doesn’t remember how he got out of the truck. He does remember rolling in the sand, slapping dirt on his burning face, running in circles, and finally dropping to his knees. He lifted flaming arms to the air and cried, “Jesus, save me!”

In Sam’s case the words were more than a desperate scream. He was a devoted believer in Jesus Christ. Sam was calling on his Savior to take him home. He assumed he would die.


But death did not come. His gunner did. With bullets flying around them, he helped Sam reach cover. Crouching behind a wall, Sam realized that bits of his clothing were fusing into his skin. He ordered the private to rip his gloves off his burning flesh. The soldier hesitated, then pulled. With the glove came pieces of his hands. Brown winced at what was the first of thousands of moments of pain.

When vehicles from another platoon reached them, they loaded the wounded soldier into a truck. Before Sam passed out, he caught a glimpse of his singed face in the mirror. He didn’t recognize himself.


That was September 2008. By the time I met him three years later, he had undergone dozens of painful surgeries. Dead skin had been excised and healthy skin harvested and grafted. The pain chart didn’t have a number high enough to register the agony he felt.

Yet, in the midst of the horror, beauty walked in. Dietitian Amy Larsen. Since Sam’s mouth had been reduced to the size of a coin, Amy monitored his nutrition intake. He remembers the first time he saw her. Dark hair, brown eyes. Nervous. Cute.

More important, she didn’t flinch at the sight of him.


After several weeks he gathered the courage to ask her out. They went to a rodeo. The following weekend they went to his friend’s wedding. During the three-hour drive Amy told Sam how she had noticed him months earlier when he was in ICU, covered with bandages, sedated with morphine, and attached to a breathing machine. When he regained consciousness, she stepped into his room to meet him. But there was a circle of family and doctors, so she turned and left.


The two continued to see each other. Early in their relationship Sam brought up the name Jesus Christ. Amy was not a believer. Sam’s story stirred her heart for God. Sam talked to her about God’s mercy and led her to Christ. Soon thereafter they were married. And as I write these words, they are the parents of a seven-month-old boy. Sam directs a program to aid wounded soldiers.


Far be it from me to minimize the horror of a man on fire in the Afghan desert. And who can imagine the torture of repeated surgery and rehab? The emotional stress has taken its toll on their marriage at times. Yet Sam and Amy have come to believe this: God’s math works differently than ours. War + near-death + agonizing rehab = wonderful family and hope for a bright future. In God’s hand intended evil is eventual good.


Are there any gods like you, LORD?

There are no gods like you. You are wonderfully holy, amazingly powerful, a

worker of miracles. Lord, there is no god like you and no works like yours. God’s strong foundation continues to stand. These words are written on the seal:

“The Lord knows those who belong to him.” * With God’s power working in us,

God can do much, much more than anything we can ask or imagine. To him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus for all time, forever and ever.

EXODUS 15:11; PSALM 86:8; 2



He is the Potter; we are the clay. He is the

Shepherd; we are the sheep.


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