A few years ago, I was going about my day when I, all of a sudden, got excruciating pain in my stomach. The pain was so severe that I couldn't stay conscious and kept blacking out, then waking up and blacking out again. My parents put me in the car and drove me straight to the ER. I was as white as a sheet and had no strength to even stay awake. I had to get a bunch of tests done, and they finally discovered that I had a cyst the size of a golf ball on my ovary that had ruptured. So basically, the immense pain was from the cyst exploding. I distinctly remember saying over and over again when I would wake up that God was taking care of me. And then I'd pass out again. And wake up saying, "God is going to take care of me." Despite the horrible pain, I knew that He was taking care of me. Later, my parents told me that when I was in and out of consciousness, I was shouting in tongues. The Lord was really with me the whole time. The doctors sent me home saying that this would probably happen to me again, and when it did, they'd have to rush me into emergency surgery. They gave me no medication so that I would be able to feel the pain if it was happening again. But guess what? It never happened again. It's been two years since that time, and it has never happened again!