As I was reading my daily devotion today, I came across this very reassuring, heartwarming and comforting read:.
Her wails squeezed my heart. I couldn’t stop her pain, fix her situation, or find one intelligible word of encouragement. But I knew who could help. As I wept with my friend, stumbling through a prayer, I whispered repeatedly, “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.” Her cries quieted to sniffs and whimpers, until her breathing slowed. Her husband’s voice startled me. “She’s asleep,” he said. “We’ll call tomorrow.”
I hung up, weeping prayers into my pillow.
The apostle Mark shares a story of another person who wanted to help his loved one. A desperate father brought his suffering son to Jesus (Mark 9:17). Doubt clung to his plea, as he reiterated the impossibility of their circumstances (vv. 20–22) and acknowledged his need for Jesus to empower his belief (v. 24). The father and son experienced freedom, hope, and peace when Jesus stepped in and took control (vv. 25–27).
When loved ones are hurting, it’s natural to want to do the right things and say the perfect words. But Christ is the only One who can truly help us. When we call on the name of Jesus, He can enable us to believe and rely on the power of His presence.
My friend called me late one night during her cancer treatment. Grieved by her uncontrollable sobs, I soon added my own tears and a silent prayer. What am I supposed to do, Lord?
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Oh, how we need You, Jesus.
Her wails squeezed my heart. I couldn’t stop her pain, fix her situation, or find one intelligible word of encouragement. But I knew who could help. As I wept with my friend, stumbling through a prayer, I whispered repeatedly, “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.”
If you follow my blog posts, I do not openly discuss about religion or my faith, I try to keep these things private as much as possible, but allow me to share a little about how powerful prayer is because this was something that really hit me home, and very timely for me.
Last week was one of the most challenging days for me and my family. Dad was confined in hospital for a serious health condition. This didn’t come as a surprise to us because he has been undergoing treatment for a year now but everything dawned on me when the doctor announced that my dad should undergo series of procedures. I knew my father dreaded this, I knew this was something he has been avoiding for a long time but we all knew that this was the only solution. I didn’t want to go into details about the hospital ordeal before his first session because of medical terms that I couldn’t even explain clearly.
I just felt that the responsibility was upon my shoulders because I was the one who was at the hospital when waiver needed to be signed. I was the one who went with him to the Operating Room when that tube needs to be planted somewhere on his body. At that time, I truly and honestly understood the feeling of people waiting outside the OR. Yes, that was just a minor operation but that was not the only thing that he must go through. That was just actually the start of his lifetime medication journey. Outside the room was a prayer corner. I sat in one of the chairs waiting, waiting and waiting.. and while waiting, I told God: “ I have no fear Lord because I have already lifted everything up to YOU!”. After silently saying these words, by God’s comforting silence, I felt so much relief.
Dad is still sick but he is fighting. He is a very positive patient. He is a very easy patient and he remains a prayerful person. I know we can go through all these.
Truly, prayer is our only weapon! And if we trust God for everything, we need not fear!