A WEE PEEK – “…One day though, at the height of pain, I was lying on the floor of the hospital bathroom, because it was nice and cool and I looked to God. As I lay there, I heard the still small voice saying, tell me how you feel? I said nothing but heard the same voice again and I knew, God wanted me to be completely honest. I was angry and said to him. You are letting me down! Why won’t you help me?..”

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Experiencing Serious Illness

TESTIMONY SERIES

In 2004, I fell seriously ill with a disease called Ulcerative Colitis and what followed, was 4 years of pain, discomfort and two major surgeries.  At first, I had no doubts that God would heal me and remove this illness from me, besides he’d healed Sharon on three separate occasions, one of a potentially life-threatening condition. However, it became clear, really quite quickly that this wasn’t the route he was going to take me down. It was devastating at first, not because I had this disease, but that God wouldn’t heal me.

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That first long stay in hospital wasn’t great and at that time I was in pain 24/7 and I wasn’t asking for painkillers. Oh no, that’s not being a man. One day though, at the height of pain, I was lying on the floor of the hospital bathroom, because it was nice and cool and I looked to God. As I lay there, I heard the still small voice saying, tell me how you feel? I said nothing but heard the same voice again and I knew, God wanted me to be completely honest. I was angry and said to him. You are letting me down! Why won’t you help me? And then, that same still small voice said, when did you ask me to help you? I was lost for words. I looked back through the 8 weeks off work, the previous two weeks in the hospital and it was clear, I hadn’t asked him for help. I hadn’t even said please!

Back on the floor, I looked to God and asked him, Lord, will you please help me. At that exact moment, my nurse called from the hallway asking me if I was okay. I said no and told her I needed something done. That day, I took my first ever jab of morphine and the relief from the pain and discomfort was unbelievable. But lying there in bed at night, I was astounded, that throughout that whole 10 weeks, I hadn’t asked God for help and tried to endure on my own. But the teachings of that two-week hospital stay didn’t end there.

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