One of my favorite songs, Jesus, Lamb of God, starts out “You are my strength when I am weak….” When I’m at the end of my strength, I’m at the beginning of His. As I trudged down the hallway to our hotel room after a 10-hour car ride, this was crystal-clear to me.
For weeks, I had been dealing with hip pain that barely allowed me to sit. I alternated between lying down, walking around, and sitting for very brief periods of time. Suddenly we had a death in the family and had to make what would have been, in the best-case scenario, a 7 1/2 hour drive. I couldn’t imagine sitting in a car for that long. All I could do was pray for the strength to get through it. I knew there was no way I could make it through the next few days without divine intervention, but I also knew that I had a direct line to God, a conduit to His strength. I had the power of prayer!
Let me tell you, I lean on that power a LOT these days. One of the things that has been hardest for me in this fibro journey has been my feeling of weakness. I spent 20 years in the military, and after my retirement, I worked as a Personal Trainer and Health Coach. This inability to do even ordinary activities really threw me for a loop. How could someone who had once been so strong be so weak?
I still fight this; it’s just hard for me to accept, but I have learned that when I’m at my weakest, I can reach out to God, grasp His hand, and let Him be my strength.
My prayer is that if you’re struggling, you’ll know that you’re not alone; you have this “prayer power” too. All you have to do is ask.