My battle has just begun

Exactly 16 days ago, I was diagnosed with Leukemia. Despite all the tests, medications, complications and even the first chemotherapy I recently went through, the thought of having Leukemia hasn’t really sunk in yet. Everything just happened so quickly. Cliché as it sounds, that’s how it was literally for me. When the diagnosis was disclosed to me, I saw my life slowly crumble right in front of me. But I knew I had to look strong for my family so I kept it all inside.

Perhaps like anybody in the same situation as mine would, I asked God why this had to happen to me, and why it had to happen now. I feel guilty for questioning His will, but that’s human nature I guess. When I was confined in the hospital, I realized how blessed I was for the past 31 years of my life. I was given the chance to finish Medicine and become a doctor even if the finances was a huge challenge for me and my family. Right after my residency training, I passed the diplomate boards. The earnings I was getting from my clinics were more than enough for a new specialist like me.

In October last year, I was granted a full scholarship for a fellowship training in Japan. More than the training, the 6 months I spent in Japan was exceptional to say the least; it’s a chapter in my life I would forever cherish having been blessed with good mentors and new friends. Immediately after coming back to the Philippines, I was receiving several referrals from my consultants. I was beginning to practice my sub-specialty while writing research papers with my professors in Japan. I even got another invitation to go back to Japan to present my paper on October.

I was beginning my life as a full-pledged specialist. Everything was going perfectly well. I have been so blessed. This sickness is all but just a tiny part of God’s great plan for me. I am holding on to Him through this battle. He will not give me a trial that I cannot surpass. What I’m going through right now is just a temporary set back, a stopover, a time to slow down, a time to appreciate my family more, a time to realize that a lot of people will go an extra mile for me. I have no reason to grieve because I am overwhelmed by the love and support that I am getting from my best friends, friends from different eras of my life, colleagues, consultants, sorority sisters and fraternity brothers, and people I barely know. I am blessed because of you all. Your genuine love uplifts my spirit. My gratitude will never be enough.

And now, my battle with Leukemia begins. I know you will all be with me in prayer. I am not losing hope.

by Sarah Moral on Thursday,

July 14, 2011 at 7:55pm

Prayers Can Move Mountains

Prayers Can Move Mountains

It has been almost 2 months since I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL). I thought ok, cancer, chemo, endure the effects of chemo then I will be fine. I never thought that the battle would be this difficult. After being admitted for almost 3 weeks in the hospital for Septicemia (bacteria in the blood) and Pneumonia I thought I would just have hospital visits during my chemotherapy. The day after my second chemotherapy (which was given to me as out patient), I had difficulty of breathing and fever.

To make the long story short I had to be re-admitted last July 20, 2011 to undergo emergency chest tube insertion for massive pneumothorax (my right lung collapsed). I had that tube inside my chest and was connected to a bottle with a pump to suck out the air for almost 1 month (27 days to be exact). I was told that there is an air leak in my lungs and I was given 3 options: 1. Surgery (open thoracotomy to clip the leak), 2. Pleurodesis (some chemical will be injected in my lungs) or 3. Just keep the tube and wait. I chose the 3rd option.

My reason was, I faithfully believe that the leak will close spontaneously without any intervention because every night I was praying fervently to God to make a miracle for me. I prayed to Him to close the leak permanently. I even imagine Him doing surgery to my lungs and sealing the leak. Indeed, prayers can move mountains. Last August 9, 2011 the air leak stopped. Multiple nodules were also found in my left lung so I had to undergo lung biopsy. They are fungus infecting my lungs. Somehow I am thankful that it is not malignancy. But these fungus cause me to have slight difficulty of breathing and my doctors had to stop my chemotherapy for the meantime to address my infection. Anti-fungal medicines are also really expensive.

I am praying to God again to make another miracle for me. Please help me pray that I will be able to fight this infection as soon as possible so I can resume my treatment for my Leukemia. After 4 cycles of chemotherapy (induction phase), my repeat bone marrow biopsy showed remission (state of absence of disease activity) which is a blessing that I am most thankful for. My chemotherapy has to be continued otherwise leukemia might relapse. But I am keeping my faith that I am already healed

My family and I would like to thank all of you for your generosity. Words are not enough to express our gratitude. Thank you for organizing fund raising activities to help me in my hospitalization and treatment. As much as I want to email/text you personally, you are too many! I never thought that there are a lot of people who care for me and who want me to live longer. You lift my spirit. We will win this battle.

Dr. Sarah Moral, single, 32 years old, is a diplomate of the Philippine Board of Otolaryngology-Head and Neck Surgery.

Save one doctor, save many lives.

by Sarah Moral on Sunday,

August 21, 2011

My Journey

I’ve been keeping these events in my diary. I thought of sharing it with you, my family and friends who support me endlessly. I also took advantage of this day that I feel strong. This is my journey.. (you may also visit my caring bridge site at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/sarahmoral)

June 23, 2011 Had fever, vomiting and back pains. Fell off the stairs because of dizziness.

June 24, 2011 Had my CBC and platelet count taken at St. Therese Hospital near our house because I initially thought I might have Dengue Fever. My hemoglobin was 80 and my WBC was less than 1. My best friend Myra and her husband Jojo immediately came to my house. They told me to seek hematology consult ASAP.

June 25, 2011 I was really not feeling ok and felt so weak, I went to Dr. Trinidad, a young hematologist next to my clinic in MATI (yes, at a very young age and young practice, I have acquired – on loan – a unit in the Medical Arts Tower, maybe one of my achievements that I am so proud of). He did peripheral blood smear and immediately advised me to be admitted. My diseases slowly unfolded. Febrile Neutropenia, Septicemia, Complicated UTI, Pseudomonas and Klebsiella Pneumonia. All because of my immunocompromised state.

July 12, 2011 After weeks of IV antibiotics, I was finally given clearance to get my 1st chemo. It was uneventful.

July 14, 2011 I was sent home. But I still feel so weak. My bedroom is in the 2nd floor of the house. Every time I go up, it was like all my energy were used up. I was depressed. I couldn’t sleep.

July 17, 2011 I couldn’t breathe. I was rushed in the ER. But all my tests were normal. Doctors said that maybe I am just having some sort of anxiety attack and that I just lack sleep. My new haematologist, Dra. Ona, prescribed me with Stilnox. It helped somehow.

July 19, 2011 I received my 2nd chemo as out patient. I was so excited to go out of the house.

July 20, 2011 Was not able to sleep last night. I felt like I was drowning every time I breathe. I also had fever so I texted Dra Saniel, my Infectious Specialist. She asked me to go to her clinic with an x-ray. I was wishing that I am just having another anxiety attack. But when I saw my x-ray I knew that something is terribly wrong with my right lung. My Pulmonologist, Dr. Tamondong decided to request for a Chest CT scan. I still could not breathe. I had massive pneumothorax of my right lung. I had to undergo emergency chest tube insertion to suck out the air. For the second time I asked God, why me? It was difficult for me to have a tube inside my lungs connected to a bottle and a suction machine. I cannot move, I feel the pain all the time. I used to say that I have a high pain tolerance. But I realized that it is not true. Or maybe I just feel so down, everything I feel was all pain.

July 22, 2011 Because of too much pain I was started on IV Fentanyl or PCA (Patient Controlled Anesthesia) I guess is the meaning of PCA because I press on a button every time I feel some pain.) Sometimes because I was so scared to feel the pain I press the button as prophylaxis. I was inside the bathroom when it happened..I was sitting on the toilet bowl praying so hard that I will be able to move my bowel effortlessly, because otherwise, my Pneumothorax might progress. My friend, take time to thank God even for the smallest blessing that you can move your bowel everyday. Inside the bathroom is another plastic chair that I use for bathing (before I had the chest tube I can take a shower but I have to be seated because I easily get tired). I was praying with my eyes closed when I had a vision. I could not remember if my eyes were open or were still closed, but I saw Jesus smiling at me. These are the exact words that He told me: “It is already done. You’ve won your battle. Pero hindi magiging madali ang daan. Kapit ka lang.” You may say that I was just high on Fentanyl. But I say I was given that very rare chance to talk to Him and I will forever treasure that moment.

by Sarah Moral

Sunday, August 28, 2011 at 12:20pm

While I Was Sleeping

I had status epilepticus: a life-threatening condition in which the brain is in a state of persistent seizures. Definitions vary but this condition has always been considered a medical emergency with continuous or recurrent seizures causing the loss of consciousness. I was intubated. A tube was inserted through my mouth into my trachea to enable me to breathe. For five days, I was put in an induced comatose. I never imagined this could ever happen to me.

Yes, I had leukemia (mental note, I used “had” because I’m in remission already) and still undergoing chemotherapy, but I never expected that something like this could happen. I don’t think anybody did. I wish I could vividly tell you what I felt during those trying days but God’s goodness erased my memory from the night I had seizures at home on December 17 up until His birthday, December 25, when He awoke me from this long deep sleep.

Believing that I will wake up soon, Tita Elong (the best step mom in the universe) kept a diary for me so she could tell me every detail while I was gone. I want to tell you about my dreams (or the doctor side of me would consider them as hallucinations because of the numerous drugs I had to take in). At one point during my slumber, I felt a chilling cold coming from above and a heavenly song surrounded me.

At that point, I knew that was it for me; it was time to go. What I felt and heard made me assume that I was being led to heaven but when I tried opening my eyes, I saw a not-so-good-looking creature. He was a contrast to the music and the coldness. Standing outside my cubicle in the ICU was a green Kamatayan (yes, he was colored green, cartoon version of Kamatayan). He looked like the late comedian Palito holding a sickle and waving at me as if trying to call me. I laugh at the thought now when I look back at it but during that time, I was really scared. The only comfort that I had was the thought that I got a bigger God than this green Palito-look-alike. Why should I be scared?

I might be dying that moment but there wasn’t a chance that I’d go near that scary creature. That was one of the moments I talked to God. I poured my heart out to Him. I sincerely asked for forgiveness for all my sins, for all my shortcomings, for all the things I should’ve done but didn’t, for hurting people. I begged Him to find it in His heart to forgive me so I can go with Him to heaven. I begged Him not to give me to that scary creature. I told Him that if it was time, I was ready to go. It was a short life but I was happy, blessed and fulfilled. I asked Him to take care of my family and loved ones and that they can accept my death with grace.

I hoped that I was able to inspire people during my battle. I would have wanted to spend more time with my family but maybe those months that I was sick were our given time to bond and reconcile. I honestly told Him that I still wanted to stay but I needed Him to completely heal me because I felt that I still have a lot of things to accomplish. He knows the desires of my heart but His will shall be done. If it was time to go, I prayed that He will let me go home with Him. If He still wants me to stay, a second shot at a more meaningful life was all I hoped for. And with that thought, God breathed life to me once again.

On Christmas day, I received the best gift ever— I woke up from coma. When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was Tita Elong . “Sars nakikita mo ko?,” she asked. I simply nodded because I couldn’t talk. That was the time I realized I was in the ACSU—an intensive care unit for patients with brain problems. I felt all the tubes and needles inserted in my body—a tube in my mouth, another tube in my nose for food, an arterial line on my left arm, multiple ports of intravenous line connected to my portacath (a device implanted under the skin of my right chest with a long catheter directly connected to my right atrium and where my chemo meds are administered for four months now), compression stockings on both my legs to prevent embolism caused by prolonged immobilization, and worst of all, a foley catheter to help me urinate. I looked at Tita Elong with an expression on my face asking her what had happened. She smiled at me and told me that I was asleep for five long days.

That was the first time I remember myself crying. I was crying because for the first time in one week, I felt tremendous physical pain. Both my arms were bruised because of frequent difficult blood extractions. My legs were hurting because of the machine compressing them. Every muscle in my body was aching. I was feeling hunger pangs. I was struggling pointing at correct letters when I was trying to say something. And the most heart breaking was when I realized that I couldn’t move my right hand and arm. I was devastated. I am a right-handed person and more importantly, I am a surgeon. Knowing that, I wished I never woke up. I was scared to be in a wheel chair, wearing diapers for the rest of my life. I was scared of being invalid at a very young age. But, what right do I have to complain? I faced a lot of hurdles for the past week but I don’t remember and I didn’t feel anything. I was merely asleep.

I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself. I prayed hard and told God that I will keep my faith in Him amidst all these trials. I tried remembering the lines of my favorite Christian song: Find rest, my soul, in Christ alone. Know His power in quietness and trust. I will be still and know You are God. I tried remembering my prayer when I was asleep. God will heal me completely. He brought me back because I still have a purpose. I knew very well that anything can happen when they remove my breathing tube. I can either tolerate it, or not. And so, I asked for a Do-Not-Resuscitate (DNR) order form. It is an order from a patient to not administer any form of life-saving measure when something goes wrong, to allow natural death. I signed the DNR form for a number of reasons. I didn’t want to live with fractured ribs due to chest compressions. I didn’t want my parents to see another bout of agonizing sight. I didn’t want to endure a vegetative state. It was a decision I had to make, but it is not a sign of giving up. This decision only means that I was putting my complete trust to God and submitting everything to Him. At the end of all this, I believe there is a time to let go.

Last July 22, 2011, I had a vision of God saying these exact lines: “It is already done. You’ve won your battle. Pero, hindi magiging madali ang daan. Kapit ka lang.” It was indeed not an easy ride, but He carried me through it. Erasing my memory from December 17 until the day I woke up on December 25 is a proof that He did not allow me to suffer any more than what I was enduring. My family and friends were telling me how I cried hard because of stomach pains and severe headaches few days before I slept. I was telling them how tired I was because of my seizures. I couldn’t imagine how my regular hospital room became like a battlefield full of doctors when code blue was sounded because of my frequent seizures.

While I was sleeping, I experienced a lot of God’s miracles. My first CT scan of the head dated December 18 showed a mass on my right occipital lobe and was signed out as infectious (beginning abscess) or metastatic in etiology. My hema-oncologist strongly believed that it can’t be metastasis to the brain because I was always in remission every time we had bone marrow biopsy. So a lumbar tap was done to analyze my cerebrospinal fluid where results turned out to be normal. No cancer cells were found in my brain’s fluid. Yet, I had seizures again the following day. A repeat CT scan was done. The single mass that was previously seen increased in number and found scattered in my brain. I was started on intravenous anti-fungals thinking that it might be infectious in origin. A third CT scan was performed on December 21.

The results worsened; it was signed out as a possible consequence of brain infiltration of leukemia. I was immediately referred to a neurosurgeon for a brain biopsy. Sounds easy but that’s one thing I wouldn’t allow if I was awake that time. I could imagine the fear my family felt when they were told that they will drill a hole in my skull to access my brain. Family conferences with my attending physicians were constantly held. Some of my doctors were priming my family for the worst. But some remained hopeful that I will recover. My neurosurgeon told me that I was already scheduled for brain biopsy, but one doctor went against it and suggested to do a cranial MRI first instead. MRI showed extensive vasogenic edema (swelling of the brain). There was no mass, therefore there was no need for a brain biopsy—another miracle for me. I was diagnosed with Posterior Reversible Encephalopathy Syndrome, a disease I’ve never even heard of. It is apparently a rare disease entity which was most probably due to my intrathecal chemo medicines.

Whatever it is, what matters is that it is a REVERSIBLE condition. However, because of the extensive brain swelling predominantly in the occipital area (area of vision), my parents were told that I might lose my sight. I understood then why Tita Elong asked me if I could see her when I first opened my eyes. And I could. I didn’t lose my vision. Another miracle. All the tubes attached to my body were removed on Christmas day. I fed through my mouth for the first time in one week on Christmas. My family and I celebrated Christmas in the hospital. We celebrated God’s blessing, my second life. I still couldn’t move my right arm and hand. I told God that I’ll be needing my hands to go back to work to treat my patients. I requested for an early rehabilitation for my right hand and arm. My rehab doctor said that it might take 6 months to 1 year before my hand and arm can fully recover. I felt downhearted again because that seems like a long while. The next day, I started physical and occupational therapy for my fine motor movements. It felt like I was a stroke patient. I had two options: to dwell on self-pity or be strong and rehabilitate myself. I chose the latter. Even without the therapist, I walk around the room. I tried eating by myself and practiced texting with my right hand which turned out to be the best rehab. In three days time, my doctor re-examined me and said that I won’t be needing the therapy anymore. The strength of my right hand and arm was back.

Yet again another miracle. In those trying days when we pray, He will listen. If we look up to Him whole-heartedly, we will find Him (Jeremiah 29:13). Countless miracles have been unfolding. I wonder what I could have done to deserve all these blessings. I am grateful for all the blessings behind all my trials. I’m grateful that He always makes me understand why I had to go through all these difficult hurdles. I believe He carried me all throughout this ordeal exactly like the story in the Footprints on the Sand. I did not have a vision of Him this time, but faith is the means by which we are able to believe that He is a listening God.

I would like to sincerely thank everyone for praying for me during my slumber. A few people honestly thought that I’d slip away. But, more believed that I will win this battle and wake up again. Thank you to my best friends, friends, colleagues, my ENT family, doctors, residents, nurses who took care of me and comforted my family. To everyone who helped me financially, thank you so much. I feel so loved I couldn’t express my gratitude enough. To the Ramen for Sarah admins and my spokesperson Lacierda (Jojo M.), thank you so much for constantly updating everyone. To my great team of doctors (headed by my Hema-Oncologist, whom I love and respect so much and who has always been optimistic that I’ll survive this ordeal. She’s no other than the DOH first lady, Dra. Ona), you all have been God’s instrument in my healing. I’ll be finished with my chemo really soon. I claim complete healing and recovery. No more leukemia. No more cancer cells.

Honestly, as a doctor, I sometimes find it hard to believe in miracles. But it does happen. I’ve experienced it. I’ve felt it. Believe that miracles happen and that prayers can move mountains. Trials may come your way. We may stumble, but if you just hold Him by the hand, He will never let you fall. God allows adversity in our lives not to break us but to better us. Maybe at one point in our lives, we will be called upon to trust God completely as we endure sickness, grief or disappointment. That’s when we “walk by faith, not by sight – 2 Corinthians 5:7”

By: Dr. Sarah Moral

February 10, 2012 7:03:46 PM GMT+08:00

“I lost my hair for the third and the last time”

*Transcript of my testimony given last April 1, 2016 during EPCALM’s (http://www.epcalm.org/) “The Hope Fund” kick off held at Todd English, SM Aura.*

Good evening! I would like to thank EPCALM and Dra. Demerre for giving me this opportunity to share my story.

My name is Sarah. I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia in June 2011, few months after coming back from my fellowship training in Nagoya, Japan. I was 32 then, my prime years supposedly, the time when I was just starting my private practice as a sleep doctor/surgeon. I was devastated, crushed and it felt like I hit rock bottom. After 8-9 months of chemotherapy, I survived it but he ride was not easy. All the extreme complications of chemo –seizures, in a comatose state for 5 days, bone pains, collapsed lung, and a lot more, I’ve experienced them all. When I got well I told myself “Hindi ko na kaya ‘to ulitin lahat.” I’ve witnessed stories of relapse or the disease coming back so that thought was always at the back of my head. But again I was determined that if ever it’s going to happen to me, ayoko na. No more treatments. I’ve been through hell and back during chemo and I could not go through it again. I could not also bear to see my parents suffering silently as they watch over me.

Fast forward to January 2014, leukemia came back. Sabi ko “Naku naman, Lord God, ngayon talaga? Kung kailan naman nagka love life ako at in a real relationship after many years of waiting. and praying , ngayon talaga bumalik yung leukemia.” My husband and I were long time friends since we were batchmates during residency training. It was more of a love-hate relationship then because residency training will bring out the best and the beast in you. After 8 years of friendship, we became officially a couple in December 12, 2013, one month before I knew about the relapse. Remember what I told myself in 2011? “Hindi ko na kaya ulitin ang chemo. I just couldn’t and wouldn’t want do it anymore.” January 12, 2014 – during our first monthsary, one week after I relapsed, Rodney proposed marriage. How can I give up the fight when God has blessed me with someone who is taking a leap of faith and willing to be by my side as I battle for the second time.

So I underwent chemotherapy again followed by haploidentical stem cell transplant in May 3, 2014 with my eldest brother as my donor. There were minor setbacks but compared to what I’ve experienced in 2011, my second bout was relatively smooth sailing and uneventful. In-love nga kasi. The recovery too seems to be very fast because I was enjoying the wedding preparations and it was sort of therapeutic for me. We got married on May 12, 2015, one year after my transplant.

Everything in my new life as a wife was doing well and I felt that I was at my healthiest and strongest since I was diagnosed, until September 2015. I became sickly, I started to develop fever, test results showed that my platelets were low and I was dengue positive. The next thing I knew, leukemia was back again.

I won’t be ashamed to admit, I was so angry with God. No, furious is a more appropriate term. “Talaga, eto na naman ba tayo Lord? For the third time? After all my daily prayers, novenas, and lifestyle changes, You let this happen again?!” I stopped praying and ended up questioning Him, turning my back on Him. That went on for almost a week. Then I felt so empty and so miserable. There was like a big hole in my heart that cannot be filled. That was when I started to tell my closest friends to pray for me as I wrestle with my faith in God. Slowly I just found myself praying again, reading His words, realizing that I am nothing without Jesus in my life. One day, I said an unedited prayer, non-structured, no highfalutin words. It was just like I was talking to a good friend, telling Him how mad I am, how sorry I am, and how I sincerely want to make amends. That day na nag-usap kami at nakipag bati ako sa Kanya, that day I felt so at peace and so whole again. I felt that I was not alone. He has gone before me and He will never leave me. Instantly I was ready to battle and be victorious again for the third, and I KNOW, I BELIEVE, I CLAIM, and I DECLARE IN JESUS’ NAME, is the last time that I’m getting sick.

Dra. Demerre send me this bible passage one day from Hebrews 11:1 “Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen, it gives us assurance about things we cannot see.”

Like the woman in the bible who was bleeding for many years, she, without any hint of doubt, believed that if she could just touch even the fringe of Jesus’ robe, she will be healed. She did not say “I might” or “maybe I’ll be healed.” She said “I will be healed.” Indeed, Jesus heals in response to faith.

I have to admit, I still wrestle with God, especially when I am in pain or experiencing difficulties. Let me share to you a very recent experience: A week before Holy Week I was in so much pain, I had issues with my digestive system for unknown reason but might be an indirect side effects of chemo. I was admitted in the hospital, got discharged after 6 days, the pain was still there but lesser in intensity but it was still bothersome that I couldn’t sleep even after taking sleeping pills, so I get so frustrated I would always cry at night. So ayan na naman, faith wavers, I became spiritually dry again. Every year I used to attend this Lenten recollection organized by The Feast – it’s a Catholic worship community founded by Brother Bo Sanchez. There was one scheduled on Maundy Thursday and I really wanted to attend but I was in pain and I couldn’t sleep the night before. So I prayed. I told God, “Lord I am spiritually dry again. My spiritual tank is almost empty at alam ko Ikaw lang makakapuno nito. Please give me a restful sleep tonight para I have enough energy tomorrow for the recollection.” Nakatulog ako. With sleeping pills pa din but at least in spite of the pain, nakatulog ako. I felt refreshed when I woke up. I still feel the pain but it was tolerable enough for me to go out and attend the recollection.

You know the three core messages of the recollection? 1. Surrender everything to Him; 2. “Even if it hurts like hell, I will praise You.” 3. I’m healed, redeemed and forgiven. Sabi ko “Wow Lord, thank You! Parang in-organize yung recollection para sa akin. Swak na swak. Bullseye.” Nung isinabuhay ko yung core messages, I still feel some abdominal discomfort but to my surprise, I wasn’t bothered by it anymore. And I could sleep well at night without any sleeping pills ever since Maundy Thursday! The Lord is amazing, right?!

I may not understand the reason why bad and painful things happen but I know that truly, His grace is all I need. His grace is sufficient. For God’s power is greatest when I am weak.

Pasensya na po if medyo napahaba itong testimony ko. It just goes to show na ang byahe po ng isang tao who was diagnosed with leukemia is very long. It does not end after finishing chemo or after the transplant. It’s a marathon.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank EPCALM, especially Dra. Demerre and Mitch Duran for filling my spiritual tank with their daily devotions.

The journey is also emotionally and financially draining. That is why we are having this fund raising dinner. In behalf of EPCALM, I am humbly asking for your generosity so that the foundation could help more patients in need.

Let me end by sharing with you a passage from the second letter of Paul to the Corinthians 9:7-11 “Don’t give reluctantly or in response to pressure. For God loves a person who gives cheerfully. And God will generously provide all you need. Then you will always have everything you need and plenty left over to share with others. As the scripture say: They share freely and give generously to the poor. Their good deeds will be remembered forever. In the same way, He will provide and increase your resources and then produce a great harvest of generosity in you. Yes you will be enriched in every way so that you can always be generous.”

Thank you and enjoy the dinner. ☺️🙏🏻