Today, I laid in bed and ate a corn snack.
This month, I’ve eaten popcorn, tamales, sugars that end in “ouse”, corn tortillas, Doritos, vinegar, and more.
All of these items have one connecting factor: they’re corn products.
No big deal right? People consume corn everyday, but not me. I do not consume corn… until now.
Two weeks before I left for the race I was diagnosed with a corn allergy, I didn’t want to believe it at first, but I noticed that every time I ate popcorn, I had a headache and felt super dizzy.
After much persuasion from my team and squad leaders, I decided to stop eating corn in month two. I was rather grumpy and not always the nicest person, but physically, I felt myself healing. Not eating corn was hard, stupid hard. All of my favorite foods were in the corn family and most of the time, I had little say over what I consumed. Quickly, I realized it was more than just the obvious, corn is in almost everything. Oh, you put caramel or white chocolate on that? Sorry, can’t eat it. This gum isn’t sugar free, nope I’ll pass. What do you mean this facemask I just bought has corn flour in it?!
As the race progressed, it was never an easy allergy, but it was getting easier. Until Central America.
Informing Latin American people that I can’t have corn was always fun, I usually got crazy looks. But I quickly learned to ask if something had maize in it and how to say “I am allergic”. I remember in Nicaragua, I couldn’t eat what everyone else was having so they have me some flour tortillas, cheese, and hot sauce. I walked away from dinner hungry and I just lost it. I got so mad that my allergy was now causing me to be hungry (I know, poor privileged white girl) and that I couldn’t even make myself something else to eat because I had no control over my food. I was pouting and honestly, just being a brat. But luckily for me, I have friends that love me even when I’m a brat, my team leader Rachel brought out some of her snacks for me and the next day, she surprised me with granola bars.
I decided around that time to start praying against my allergy, I did a few times and forgot about it.
In Honduras, I accidentally consumed corn flour in a sauce I ate and had to lay on the ground with a pillow covering my face for half an hour because the lights and sounds were hurting my head so badly. There was no doubt in Honduras, that I was still allergic to corn.
However, God granted mercy on me and my allergy and healed me.
I honestly don’t know when.
I honestly don’t know why.
But he did.
In El Salvador, I started eating something called a pupusa, unaware that they were made of corn. But I never got sick.
One night at dinner, I was picking at a salad with balsamic vinegar on it and was unaware of what I was eating until a friend pointed out that I was eating vinegar. (Malt, corn, bad!)
But I never got sick.
I ordered a salad and it came with crushed up corn chips, I picked as much of as I could, but I know I still consumed some.
But I never got sick.
Slowly, I started incorporating more corn into my diet, and I never had the usual dizzy headache and sensitivity. I was just fine.
God had healed me.
I honestly can’t tell you why.
I wish I could say I prayed everyday for healing, but I didn’t.
I wish I could say I’m some perfect, sin free person, but I’m not.
I don’t understand why I’m healed, but I will celebrate in God’s grace.
Maybe he healed me so I can use this as a testimony to His power.
GOD CAN HEAL!
GOD DOES HEAL!
I’VE BEEN HEALED TWICE!
I’VE WATCHED PEOPLE GET HEALED THROUGH MY PRAYERS.
THERE’S A BABY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING HEALED RIGHT NOW!
Dude, God is so amazing. Like mind blowingly amazing.
Stop doubting him, and stop putting him in a box. He is the same God as the ones that raised people from the dead in the Bible. He can still perform those same miracles, but you have to trust Him, and believe He can work.
