How Jesus Saved Me-Body and Soul

I don’t remember everything about my coma, but I remember peace.

Not the kind the world gives—the kind that can only come from Jesus. The kind that holds you steady when your body is shutting down. The kind that whispers, “You’re not alone.”

When sepsis overtook my body, it nearly claimed my life. I was a young mom—my baby was just four months old—and I was suddenly in a fight I didn’t even know I had entered. The infection moved fast. I went into septic shock, then a coma, and the doctors weren’t sure I would survive.

But Jesus already knew I would.

The Battle I Couldn't Fight

I was unconscious for 11 days. While my family prayed and the doctors worked around the clock, I lay still—my body failing, my limbs dying. And yet, during that time, I was not alone.

I believe with all my heart that Jesus met me in my coma.

He stood beside me in the spiritual realm, just as surely as the medical team stood beside my hospital bed. His presence wrapped around me. He held me when I couldn’t move. He interceded when I couldn’t pray. He covered me in grace I didn’t even know I needed.

He saved me—not just physically, but eternally.

When I Woke Up, Everything Had Changed

The day I opened my eyes, I was alive—but I was also different. My hands and feet were gone. The sepsis had caused too much damage, and the only way to save my life was amputation.

I was devastated.
Grieving.
Afraid.
But somewhere deep inside me, there was something stronger than fear.

There was peace.

Because even in that moment—even while trying to understand how to live in a new body—I knew God had preserved me for a reason.

He Didn't Just Save Me—He Restored Me

Jesus didn’t just save me from death. He gave me a new life to live. One rooted in Him.

A life where I could be a mother to my children—even with no hands.
A life where I could rebuild my strength—even with no feet.
A life where I could share hope, live with purpose, and glorify Him in everything I do.

He reminded me that I am more than my body.
That my purpose is not limited by what I’ve lost.
That healing isn’t always about what’s restored physically—but what’s made whole in the heart.

I Still Bear the Scars—But So Did He

My body tells a story.
But so does His.

Jesus carried scars from His crucifixion—evidence of the pain He endured so we could live. My scars are different, but they still point to a Savior who redeems, restores, and resurrects what was broken.

He didn’t just bring me back to life. He brought meaning to my life.

If You're in a Valley, You're Not Alone

If you’ve ever felt like your world was falling apart—like your story is too broken to matter—I’m here to tell you: God is still writing.

Jesus saves.
He still heals.
He still shows up in hospital rooms, dark nights, and quiet prayers.

I am living proof.

My Life Today

Today, I’m a wife, a mama, and the founder of Saved & Sown Farm—a 60-acre dream rooted in faith, healing, and resilience. I raise chickens, grow food, and live each day full of joy, even in this new body.

And every breath I take is a reminder: Jesus saved me—body and soul.

“He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock.”
— Psalm 40:2