M has been sick the past two days -- so sick that she spent most of the day on Wednesday either in bed or in the bathroom. She managed to drag herself to class, but that was about all she could do.
I hate feeling so helpless when she calls me in tears, especially when she can barely summon the energy to talk to me on the phone and all I can do is offer suggestions and support from 180 miles away. When we talked for the final time last night, I told her that I would be praying for her, praying that she would feel better soon. I took my phone to bed with me and, to be honest, I also prayed that she wouldn't call me in the middle of the night. I prayed that she would be able to sleep without having to make a mad dash to the bathroom and that she would be able to sleep without pain.
Today wasn't an easy day for M, but she did go to her classes and she was also able to meet with two students that she's supervising. Finally when she called me this evening, her voice was stronger and she was starting to sound like herself again. The pain and fear was gone and, more than anything, she just sounded tired.
I wish that M didn't have to go through these unexpected and debilitating bouts of sickness. If I could be sick in her place, I would do it. I can only hope that somehow God is using these times of weakness and pain to bring M closer to Him, to show her that His power is made perfect in weakness and remind her that He will never leave her or forsake her.
It would be wonderful if M would never have to deal with this issue again, but, given her past history, that seems unlikely. In this moment, I am so thankful that M is feeling better and I pray with a grateful and trusting heart that the Lord will continue to keep His loving and healing hand upon her.
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