Isaiah 41:10 - Fear thou not; for I [am] with thee: be not dismayed; for I [am] thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
When we are sick we feel very alone. People rally around us in the beginning but as the sickness lingers people start to forget about us and go about their business. For the most part when that sickness brings with it pain it begins to change our personalities especially if we need to begin pain killers. Then with this comes depression, perhaps long hours of sleeping and limited activities. How do I know? Because I have been sick as long as nine months at a time.
While in Africa towards the end of a mission’s trip of teaching in a Bible College and several different churches I began to notice swelling in my neck and arms. By the time I got home my right arm hurt so badly I literally thought I was going to lose my mind. At one point I asked my husband to please take me to the ER and ask them to remove my arm. I believed I could live better without the arm because at least then the pain would be gone. I became addicted to pain medications unknowingly and God told my husband to take them from me because I would have a worst problem. Not knowing anything about withdrawals I believed my symptoms had grown worse because I did not sleep for three days. I was constantly sweating yet I was freezing cold. I called my Dr. again and they ask me if I was still taking my medicines I told them no and why. They told me I could have killed myself going off like that as I was up to nine-10 pills a day.
On the worst night of pain I found myself in a fetal position crying out to God. After much prayer on the floor of my living room I finally went to bed. The next morning I had to lead Praise and Worship at our church. I began holding my microphone with both hands as I had done for weeks because the pain was so great but in an instant I noticed the pain was gone. I began to sing my own song of deliverance. "I got it! I got it! I got it!" The roof came off that little church as my healing was complete. God was with us. He was with me. He healed me.
In these dark days when most of the time I found myself alone He was with me. He cradled me in my pain. He was faithful to the end. In my unknowing detox He was with me. In my loneliness He was there.
Whatever you are going through today He is with you.
Join me tomorrow when we conclude this series on, "God is With Us" If you read this post would you please share and re-post, tweet or Facebook. If you get it in your in-box please forward. Let's get the word out each day together Monday through Friday. Thank you for your help.
When we are sick we feel very alone. People rally around us in the beginning but as the sickness lingers people start to forget about us and go about their business. For the most part when that sickness brings with it pain it begins to change our personalities especially if we need to begin pain killers. Then with this comes depression, perhaps long hours of sleeping and limited activities. How do I know? Because I have been sick as long as nine months at a time.
While in Africa towards the end of a mission’s trip of teaching in a Bible College and several different churches I began to notice swelling in my neck and arms. By the time I got home my right arm hurt so badly I literally thought I was going to lose my mind. At one point I asked my husband to please take me to the ER and ask them to remove my arm. I believed I could live better without the arm because at least then the pain would be gone. I became addicted to pain medications unknowingly and God told my husband to take them from me because I would have a worst problem. Not knowing anything about withdrawals I believed my symptoms had grown worse because I did not sleep for three days. I was constantly sweating yet I was freezing cold. I called my Dr. again and they ask me if I was still taking my medicines I told them no and why. They told me I could have killed myself going off like that as I was up to nine-10 pills a day.
On the worst night of pain I found myself in a fetal position crying out to God. After much prayer on the floor of my living room I finally went to bed. The next morning I had to lead Praise and Worship at our church. I began holding my microphone with both hands as I had done for weeks because the pain was so great but in an instant I noticed the pain was gone. I began to sing my own song of deliverance. "I got it! I got it! I got it!" The roof came off that little church as my healing was complete. God was with us. He was with me. He healed me.
In these dark days when most of the time I found myself alone He was with me. He cradled me in my pain. He was faithful to the end. In my unknowing detox He was with me. In my loneliness He was there.
Whatever you are going through today He is with you.
Join me tomorrow when we conclude this series on, "God is With Us" If you read this post would you please share and re-post, tweet or Facebook. If you get it in your in-box please forward. Let's get the word out each day together Monday through Friday. Thank you for your help.
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