Sunday, 4 March 2012

:: in my weakness is His strength::

"The Washing Of The Feet" by Fr. Seiger Koder

I love this painting, I have two copies, one at work on my filing cabinet which is right next to my desk and one at home in my study. I love it because it reminds me that serving God brings me the greatest of joys and fills my heart to bursting point. It reminds me of my daily prayer asking to serve others through Gods great strength and goodness. To serve Him with a humble and full heart.
I have recently been in hospital for an operation. Not a very pleasant one but necessary for me to have a more comfortable life. I was very anxious about this and very much afraid as we often are. However, despite my fear I trusted that whatever the outcome, God would not fail me and he would not forsake me. As I prepared for the operation through prayer God gave me this scripture:
“My grace is all you need. My power works best in your weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
2 Corinthians 12 V 9- 10

As I read this scripture I decided that my prayer would be that whilst in hospital God would allow me to serve others to His glory, that was it - simple but from the heart, I knew God would handle the success of the operation for me - I had bigger fish to fry.
On the day of the operation we walked into the hospital at 7.30am, I was first on the list and before I knew it I was walking down to the operating theatre with my husband, the next thing I knew I was lying on a trolley in recover four hours later smiling - just smiling , basking in Gods goodness and love. I think the staff thought I was high on morphine.He hadn't forsaken me, he hadn't left me.

But My prayer had been to serve, which at the time seemed impossible from a hospital bed with tubes and drips and an epidural which meant I couldn't move from the waist down. But our God is bigger than than, and so from that bed, unable to move, I was able to pray for the other ladies in the ward and the patients in the hospital. I was able to give thanks to God for His blessing and in the night I could read scripture to the lady next to me who was in terrible pain and wanted to hear the psalms. I could listen to the nurse who had heartache with her boyfriend and I could encourage the girl opposite who was in terrible pain and far from home and loved ones. Because the heart can still love even when the legs cant work and through this love God can speak to us and he can show us how to serve Him.
When the epidural and the wires and tubes came out I could sit next to the lady next to me and hold her hand and pray for her. When I could shuffle round the ward I could bring her cold compresses, I could hold hand, rub backs and I could love.
But the most remarkable part of this experience was the relationship I built with a girl and her mother in the opposite bed. She had been in hospital for a month in terrible pain and the specialists couldn't find out what was wrong they had tried everything. We became pals and she was fascinated by my prayer shawl which had been made for me by my church. She loved the idea of their prayers being wrapped around me bringing me comfort. She and her mother spent a lot of time talking to me and my family and they asked if I would pray for her, of course I had been already. That night they tried a new pain relief. While she rocked in pain and cried I placed my holding cross in her hand and gently wrapped the prayer shawl around her shoulders. She slept for 12 hours, for the first time in a month she didn't wake up in pain through the night. Praise God.
When she woke I told her the prayer shawl was now hers and she was now the one wrapped in prayers. She never too it off and when the pain came again she would cuddle it....she tells me it hasn't left her side since.
When I left the ward tears were shed by us all. I told my friend it was her job to love everyone now and as I was wheeled out of the ward I gave thanks to my Lord who had allowed me in my weakness to serve his lambs. Two days later my friend finally went home. We are in daily contact and plan to meet up when we are well enough.
I wanted to share this testimony for two reasons, firstly to honor Gods faithfulness and secondly to encourage anyone who is preparing to go into hospital. My story can be your story, I'm nothing special at all, quite the opposite but with the heart of Jesus beating inside us we can do anything - even from a hospital bed filed with tubes . This is only a brief synopsis of my story, every time I think of my time in hospital I am over whelmed by the blessings that my Lord showered on me and the encouragement he gave me in my walk with him.
My sincere prayer is that you will allow Him to do the same for you.....when he does email me...Id love to hear from you.....


  1. Hi there, just stopping by to say how delightful your blog is. Thanks so much for sharing. I have recently found your blog and am now following you, and will visit often. Please stop by my blog and perhaps you would like to follow me also. Have a wonderful day. Hugs, Chris

  2. Hi Helen
    What a wonderful account! And more than an answer to yours and all of our prayers for you. I'm struck at how God used your servant heart in all of those ways. I recall a phrase I once read "....weakness as the landing strip for grace" ..... so true in what you have done with your simple but heartfelt prayers.
    Will pray again for you and Pete re work etc.
    Hope to see you soon
    Love from ChrisG (nother Chris :-))


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