But He said to me, “My grace
is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that
the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I
am content with weaknesses insults, hardships, persecutions, and
calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians
12:9-10
One month ago I
set out excitedly for a prayer conference in the US. Several friends
had made generous donations so I could go, and I was determined to
honor their generosity by being a blessing in every way I could while
I was there.
My plans came to
a head-on collision with reality when less than a full day after the
conference started, I became so sick I could barely crawl out of bed.
Instead of being a blessing, I was completely reliant on God's grace,
and that of my friends. To make matters worse, because of the
overblown fears of Ebola, especially in Dallas where the conference
was held, I was afraid for many to know about my illness for fear of
ruining the whole conference for 1,200 + attendees. I knew my
symptoms didn't match those of Ebola, but the climate was such that I
knew many would worry unnecessarily.
Instead of being
a blessing, I became a burden to those friends I knew I could trust
with news of my illness. Not only was I physically debilitated (I
later found out I'd somehow become host to intestinal parasites,
causing fever, severe diarrhea, loss of appetite, and disorientation)
but experienced an overwhelming spiritual attack as well. Fear, and
an oppressive dark sense of gloom settled on my like a dark shroud
when I was alone there in my hotel room until my prayer warrior
roommate came to pray scripture after scripture over me, chasing the
darkness away.
My disappointment
was huge and the illness remained for over a week until I got on the
proper medications. I have spent weeks trying to sort through my
feelings of frustration, discouragement, and disillusionment. Those
old questions of “why, Lord” surfaced, questions I thought I'd
long ago put to rest in my joyous acceptance of God's sovereignty and
goodness and perfect plans.
God is ALWAYS
faithful, and so patient with me. In my heart cry to Him to
understand why He allowed such weakness in me when I wanted to serve
Him with all of my might, He reminded me of one of my favorite
verses, 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 (see above).
I realized once
again that I too often want to rely on my strength rather than His.
It was in His mercy that He allowed me to see my desperate need for
Him, and then to experience His abundant provision through my
friends.
It started with
my dinner companion who charitably helped me to my room and prayed
over me and took care of my immediate physical needs. She in turn
located my roommate who missed a great deal of the conference to
unselfishly take care of my exhaustive demands. Suffice to say I'm a
needy patient. Once she had to leave to catch her flight, it was no
coincidence that He had preordained childhood, high school, and
college buddies who lived in the Dallas area to come visit me, and
the timing of the arrival of each was uncanny. Just as one had to
leave, it was time for the next to arrive. I was never alone for more
than a couple of minutes, and each one in turn exhibited such tender
loving care. Last but not least, He'd wisely scheduled another dear
friend to fly all the way back to South Africa with me, because
without her patient and steady help I'd never have been able to
travel. Finally, I was home in the arms of my husband, who takes his
job of taking care of me very seriously.
It is only now,
in hindsight, that I can sincerely say “thank you, Lord” for
never leaving me nor forsaking me, and for sending so many to take
care of me. It is only now that I can get past my own self-indulgent
pity party over really such a silly matter considering the huge
amount of true suffering in the world. And it is now that I am on my
knees praising God for my weakness so that I may boast in His
strength, which never, ever fails. Forgive me Father for my foolish
pride. May all the glory and honor be Yours alone.
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