Neat story.

I had a little support raising thingie this weekend at the Roesler's house in Champaign and I invited Melissa (formerly Marusich) and Will (formerly Billy) to come hear about my trip. And while we were all talking afterward, Will told another lady there a pretty sweet story. And I thought I'd share it with you.

Some background. Mel and Will were Christians in high school. Will was the cool boyfriend from another school who went on "mission trips," a concept I did not even remotely understand at that point.

He started by telling Pam that I was a very special person. Very special. As it turns out, while Will was on one of those mission trips -- YWAM in Colorado -- God put me on his heart to pray for. Everyday. And so he did, even though he didn't know why.

Enter senior Homecoming. By this time, I'd run myself ragged (literally) and had hurt my legs something fierce. (Losing my legs was a big part of God taking everything I had away and showing me what I really needed -- His Son.) No one really knew, but I also wanted out of life pretty badly.

Will told Pam that, that night he knew God was going to ask him to do something in my life. And so when we were sitting on a couch at the after party, Will asks me -- out of the blue -- if he can pray for my leg. From my perspective, I was like, uhh, sure thing, Billy. But from his, it was just what he was supposed to do.

And that night has stuck with me forever and I remembered it along the way, as God was bringing me to Himself. And it's funny, because I was thinking about bringing it up with Will, not expecting him to remember at all, but then he starts telling Pam about it.

And I was kind of in awe. :)

(This might be one of those you-had-to-be-there stories.)