God Answered My Prayers

I could barely walk across the room. The doctors did not have any more suggestions or treatments for me to try.  In desperation, I asked the Lord for help.

In July (2015) I had recovered from Addison's Disease.  After 15 years, I no longer had to take cortisone each day.  I was thrilled!  Then slowly, in the fall I became more, and more, and more tired. By January I was restricted to bed.  What was happening to me? I should have felt great now that my adrenal glands were working again. Why wasn't I?

As I prayed, I felt a strong impression to go to St George, Utah.  That's strange, I hardly knew the place having only driven through it twice.  I reasoned that being in a warmer climate for a few days might help me feel better.  So my husband shoved in into our old van, and we headed south to St George.


Almost immediately, I began to feel better.  I happily spent the next few days visiting the historical buildings in the area.  I hadn't felt this well in ages!  We even visited our old neighbors who had moved to the area a few years before.  Once again he suggested that I move to St George for my health.  We had always ignored his invitations, but this time it felt right.  The next day before leaving, we stopped at a model home where my husband was offered work.  We were both increasingly feeling that we should move to St George.  I was stunned.  We had never even considered moving.  What were we thinking?

With such thoughts and the hope that I had recovered, we returned to our home in the Provo area.  After being there for only a few hours, I was more ill than ever.  I was afraid.  I wanted to go back to St George.

So a couple of days later, I was once again shoved into our van, and we headed south.  This time we went with a determination to find a place to live in the St. George area.  I kept wondering how we could do this.  I passed out if I even entered a brand new house with all its chemicals, and I became ill in an older home with it's dust, scented candles, and mustiness.

Fighting logic, we looked.  Three days later we found a home that did not make me ill and bought it.  We were completely stunned at what we had just done, but were at peace.  It felt right.

Before we moved in at end of May, we learned that I had chronic bronchitis and needed to live in a place with a lower elevation with clean, warm, dry air.  It sounded like a description of St George!  After the move down to St George, my health began to dramatically improve.  Now I am walking a mile a day and am no longer restricted to my house.  It is wonderful!  The Lord knew what I needed and answered my prayers.

(This photo was taken about the time we moved down to St. George. I had been so looped out and exhausted that I had fallen down some steps. I was glad I hadn't been hurt worse, but I sure wasn't in very good shape. )