“Jesus, hurry up. Just take me now!” Chris begged.

By June 23, 2016, Chris was out of breath just standing. He was ready for the end to come. It was agonizing to watch him struggling, but it also made it easier for me to be willing to let him go. It didn’t appear God intended to heal him this time. He couldn’t ride his bike, do photography, eat, sleep, or work. He didn’t even have the stamina to stand up. His food, water, and breathing were restricted. He had absolutely no pleasures or quality of life left.

“I feel like God has abandoned me. Why isn’t He answering?” asked Chris.

It finally dawned on me.