The Sufferings Of This Present Time

HELP me, Lord Jesus! Please, help me!

When I was a child and in spiritual or physical pain I used to comfort myself with the words that, “Some day this will all be over with and forgotten.” It helped me to endure. It helped me to get through things. I wasn’t a born again Christian that time.

Years later, about 3 years ago, I was conscious and laying on the operating table waiting for the procedure to start. About an half hour before the doctor had explained that, due to the abscess on my throat, they can’t do the anesthesia until they had put the breathing tube in through my nose. They would ice it first, she said.

The procedure started and I was ready to climb up walls! For some reason I was not able to physically see anything that was happening around me but felt every inch of the tube going in. I prayed, asking the LORD to help me through this. Then I had an irritation of the throat and started to cough real bad. The coughing destracted me so much I was in despair and stopped praying. My heart cried out to the LORD to strengthen me. But the more I wanted strength the more I got cramped and the more it hurt. When I got to the point where I felt like I could not take it anymore, I prayed: HELP me, LORD Jesus! Please, help me! I no longer wanted to be strong. I wanted Him to take over! The anesthesia kicked in…

Blessed be the LORD!
For he has heard the voice of my pleas for mercy.
The LORD is my strength and my shield;
in him my heart trusts, and I am helped;
my heart exults,
and with my song I give thanks to him.

(Psalm 28:6-7 — ESV)

The next thing I remembered was the nurse who woke me up. She stood right next to me and held my hand. I looked and had a big smile for her.

She wondered, ” — ”
“Are you pregnant?” I asked.
“Yes!” she smiled.
“Oh, that is so, SO wonderful. — Can I touch?” I whispered.
“Of course you can.”

She took my hand she was still holding and lead it to her belly. I didn’t physically feel the baby. It wasn’t kicking or so. But I felt the new life in my spirit. And all the suffering was forgotten.

Christian, if you are in a night of trial, think of tomorrow; cheer up your heart with the thought of the coming of your Lord. (C. H. Spurgeon)

Author: Mirjam

Once lost, now found. German native, now living in the beautiful Sunny South East of Ireland. Helpmate, homemaker, mom, writer. Using my pen name (Mirjam Fels) I'm writing for and about Christian women.

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