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the same time, and the Father was calling me to steps of faith as an example to the
body. I knew I had heard from God again, and I shared what I had heard with my
wife. This caused her much fear, and she opposed this decision initially, but later she
came to agreement with me in the matter.

When I went to the office at work to cancel my health insurance, I was informed that
changes to benefits could only be made during a two week period that occurred in
December. This was some months away, so I determined then that when the date
arrived I would cancel health insurance on my entire family and trust God to keep
us in health.

Several weeks before the date that I could drop my insurance I began to manifest
symptoms of diabetes. I began experiencing dry cottony mouth and constant thirst.
I had extremely frequent urination, even having to get up 5 or 6 times a night to use
the bathroom and get another drink of water. I experienced blurred vision and
occasional dizziness. One day while at work I became dizzy and, being right there in
the emergency room, I asked them to run some tests on me and they checked my
blood sugar and it was about 370 when it should be no higher than 120. The
attending doctor told me I was diabetic and that I needed to go see my family
physician and get started on a diabetic regimen for treatment.

I knew what God had spoken to me about trusting Him for our health and His
instructions to cancel my health insurance. The timing of this physical attack, just
weeks before I could cancel this insurance seemed more than coincidental. I knew
it was a test. The pressure was poured on even more. Some nurses I knew at the
hospital had heard about my case and they dealt with diabetic education and
treatment. They began telling me regularly that I needed to see a doctor quickly.
They gave me brochures about diabetes and they told me horror stories of amputated
limbs, blindness, organ failure, and other effects of leaving diabetes untreated. They
told me that they had patients in the hospital at that moment whose blood sugar was
no worse than mine and these patients were on intravenous insulin drips.

I struggled greatly during the next weeks and my symptoms persisted. I became
nervous and distracted by all that was coming against me and I even was so
distracted that I pulled right out in front of an oncoming van while driving and only
avoided a collision because my wife screamed and I slammed on the brakes. I had
great pressure from family to not cancel insurance, but again my choices seemed
pretty plain.

As I considered it, I could go to a doctor and begin treatment for diabetes, a
treatment I would be on for the rest of my life, or I could cast myself wholly over onto