Faith in the storm.

I’m writing this from a Christian hospital in India, and the last february have been unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

It started suddenly.

I found myself dealing with bleeding — blood coming from my urine, vomit, and stool. It was confusing and honestly frightening. Things moved quickly, and before I had time to process it, I was admitted and placed under observation.

In the middle of all that, there was another layer I couldn’t ignore.

I didn’t come here with financial security.

Money has been a real concern. Even before the hospital, things were tight. Then suddenly, I’m in a situation where medical care, food, and daily expenses all matter even more.

What made it more unexpected was how I even got here. When I was trying to travel to India my flight was arranged at the last minute by someone who stepped in to help. I still have to repay him later, so it’s not a complete solution — but in that moment, it felt like a door opening when I had no way forward.

“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.”
— Philippians 4:19

I’ve been holding onto that, even when it doesn’t fully make sense yet.

Being in the hospital has not been easy.

Physically, there have been moments of weakness. Emotionally, I’ve had ups and downs. There were times I felt overwhelmed — even breaking down internally. Questions came up that I didn’t have clear answers for:

Why is this happening now?
How will I manage everything?
What happens next?

There were moments where my faith felt shaken. Not gone — but not strong either. Just uncertain.

“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me?”
— Psalm 42:5

That verse felt real in a way I hadn’t experienced before.

At the same time, this hasn’t been a place of only struggle.

This is a Christian hospital, and that has made a difference.

I’ve met people here — patients, staff, others — who have shown kindness in simple ways. Conversations started naturally. I didn’t expect to build connections here, but I did.

I even joined some Gospel sharing times within the hospital.

Sitting there, listening — and sometimes participating — I was reminded of truths I already knew, but needed to hear again.

“Be still, and know that I am God.”
— Psalm 46:10

In the middle of confusion, that invitation to be still has been important.

There have also been small but real blessings:

I have a place to stay.
I am having doctors friends who are suggesting me steps, 
I am not completely alone.

And somehow, day by day, I’ve had enough to get through.

“Give us today our daily bread.”
— Matthew 6:11

That idea of daily provision has become very practical.

I’m not seeing everything solved at once — but I’m seeing just enough for each day.

Still, the challenges are real.

Finances are still a concern. I know I will need to repay what was given for the flight. Food and daily needs are not always certain. There’s still a level of instability.

But I can’t ignore what God has already done.

He made a way for me to come here.
He placed me in an environment where I am being cared for.
He surrounded me with people — even in an unexpected place.

“So do not fear, for I am with you.”
— Isaiah 41:10

I’m choosing to hold onto that, even with unanswered questions.

I’m sharing this with you because I need your prayers.

Please pray for healing — that the bleeding would fully stop and my body would recover.
Please pray for provision — for finances, food, and what’s needed to continue.
Please pray for strength — especially in moments where I feel weak or uncertain.
And please pray for steady faith — not based on how I feel, but rooted in trust.

This experience has had confusion, fear, and even breakdown moments.

But it has also had glimpses of God’s work that I don’t want to overlook.

I’m taking it one day at a time.

And for now… that is enough.