Hot Sauce And Baby Jesus

A few weeks ago I was at KFC and the guy in the drive-thru asked me if I wanted hot sauce. I had never been asked that before, and felt strangely flattered that I looked like the kind of girl that needs hot sauce with her chicken. So I said yes. He gave me a few packets to take home and didn't eat it..... but a week or so later I got a spicy chicken sandwich from Popeye's and saw the packets laying on my desk and figured why not? And it was SO good.

For a few days after that I kinda wished I had some more hot sauce to put on my food. I went to eat with Dee & Tony on Sunday at Beans & Greens in Ballplay, and I had a bite of his greens, which I'd never tasted. (how I got around that growing up in the South, I don't know) I immediately thought "Those would be better with hot sauce". I told him so and he said that's how he usually ate them. After lunch, I got desperately sick, as I almost always do when I eat since my surgery. At church, our pastor had mentioned something about this week being a week where we could allow God to stretch our faith. I, of course, thought that meant something terrible was going to happen to me, and got immediately afraid. But after coming home, laying on my bed for an hour, weak and recovering, I thought "I wonder if I could believe God to be healed from getting sick all the time." and I prayed a little prayer that was short and sweet.

Sunday night I made Dirty Rice and I always add hot sauce to it. Monday morning I woke up, and still? Craving hot sauce. For almost every meal I've had since then I've added hot sauce to it. And I? Have not gotten sick the past three days. I *almost* got sick today, that familiar nauseous feeling gripped me and my stomach started protesting, but I waited and prayed that it would pass, and it did.

I don't know if it's Holy Spirit Hot Sauce, or the Baby Jesus answering my prayers, but I haven't gone three days without being sick and sweaty and trembling with pain since my surgery in February. How can I consume the one thing that SHOULD make fire shoot out of my ass and instead it makes me feel just fine, thanks.

It's been so long since I've talked to God and really felt a direct answer, that I don't know what to do. I wonder if it's okay if I ask for my skin to stop breaking out in hives and the for the itching (oh, the itching) to stop? Is that too much to ask? Will my skin only stop itching when I'm wearing wool?

I just ate 5 cajun peanuts and my stomach is screaming at me like "Why are you testing the fates, Bitch?! Even God can't help you now!"

But you know what? I think maybe He can.