In 2011 I was diagnosed with diabetes. This was my first real test of faith. I watched my mother and sister deal with diabetes for several years, and although I valued their strength in dealing with the disease, I was devastated when I started showing symptoms. I can remember crying and praying every night that God would heal me and I wouldn’t develop the disease. In all honesty, God did answer these prayers because for relatively a year I didn’t show another symptom. But by the end of 2012, I was considered diabetic. I became very mad at the world and God at this point. I still played the part of the perfect little Preacher’s Kid, but my heart was no longer in it. I was in this depression for several years and few knew. What changed is in
