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Please join me in praying that I will be able to be a living kidney donor for sweet Mariela. (:

Hello friends. (: I'd like to introduce you to my wonderful friend Mariela.

Mariela is full of joy, and her steadfast faith encourages me to love Jesus more. It breaks my heart to know that she is currently in kidney failure and struggling to do the things that she was once was able to do so easily. For the past month and a half, I have been undergoing testing to be a living kidney donor for sweet Mariela to help give her a chance to once again be healthy.

So far, the testing has gone well, and I have been cleared by the doctor to be a living kidney donor. The only thing that separates my ability to donate is a little bit of blood work to ensure that she does not have antibodies built up against my blood. I'm asking you all for prayers that there will not be antibodies that prevent me from donating, and that if there are, the Lord will remove them. Y'all. I fully believe that God can move mountains. There are just a few little antibodies. (:

I've been hesitant to share with everyone something that isn't set in stone yet, but I believe in the power of prayer and that God is faithful to listen. Please join me in praying for my sweet friend Mariela, that I will be able to donate one of my kidneys to her, and that if I am not the perfect match for her, that God would provide one. 

 Whatever you ask in my name, this I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask me anything in my name, I will do it. John 14:13-14.

If you would like to learn more about Mariela and how you pray for her, please check out her fb group.

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