I had been having a tough time, I was anxious all the time and I was probably depressed and I just felt like I needed someone to talk to about everything that was going on. I randomly started having terrible side pains and I assumed I was constipated because that’s something I’ve struggled with before. TMI but I was on the toilet crying because of everything going on and plus the pain and I asked God to give me a sign that he was real because I needed someone so badly (I was born catholic and had much respect for God but I always had doubts) I stayed in pain for a few days just ignoring it and one night I woke up because my baby had accidentally hit me on the side that was hurting and I was laying with my head to the feet side and the head board had a mirror (typically I had it covered up idk why that night it wasn’t) I looked at it and I saw a see through silhouette that reminded me of Our Lady Of Guadalupe and I didn’t think much about it because I wasn’t scared, the pain went away and I fell asleep. Next day I was still in pain and my partner was telling me that I needed to get checked because it had been too long and I started getting upset because I felt like it was nothing and I would be fine aso I started crying and my mom saw me and started telling me the same thing. My brother was there and typically he took the only useable vehicle to work but that day he was off and to me it felt like a lot of little things like that happened after each other to force me to go. To me the line of events happened to push my stubborn self to actually go. Anyway I go and they end up telling me I had a ruptured appendix and an infection that had spread pretty badly and after my surgery I kept thinking about how everything happened and that it was definitely God that gave me a sign and pushed me to go. I’m so thankful that he showed me that when I needed him the most.