Lifegate Women believe that our Father in Heaven delights in doing life with us. And when He does, the words of that testimony are encouraging for everyone. With that, we’re thrilled to share a Glimpse into one gal’s life as the Lord moved. Enjoy, friends.
“But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me. Do not gloat over me, my enemy! Though I have fallen, I will rise. Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light.”
-Micah 7:7-8, NIV
I crawled across the floor as I gasped for the air, like a fish out of water. Finally, I reached my inhaler. I took the medication between coughs and lay on the floor, sweating and dragging the air into my lungs as I waited for the latest asthma attack to pass. I hadn’t had an attack this bad since childhood. My lungs felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to them. I felt completely defeated and exhausted. I soon learned from my asthma doctor that my lungs were aching from a bad case of pneumonia. It would take twelve weeks for my lungs to heal fully. My months of training for a marathon were crushed in an instant, and the enemy started whispering his awful lies. Why do you keep running when you have such weak lungs? Your passion for running is pathetic. Give up now. If you run, you’ll be hospitalized and everyone will call you foolish. You’re helpless and you’re hopeless.
These mental attacks were worse than the physical attacks on my lungs. They started to spread fear and doubt. In the weeks of healing and recovery, I had a choice. I could choose to listen to the lies, or I could make a conscious decision to fight. I could stand firm on the Word of God to give me strength and hope as I fought back. I began to proclaim what God says about me. One of the scriptures that gave me hope was Micah 7:7-8.
Seven weeks later, the day of the race came. Since I had already signed up, I figured I might as well try to do the half marathon at a slow pace. My family was worried, but I reminded myself of God’s promises. For God did not give us a spirit of fear. He gave us a spirit of power and of love and of a good mind. (2 Timothy 1:7, NLV)
I made it through the race only by the grace of God and the power of His Word to spur me on when I was weary. It may have been one of the slowest 13.1-mile runs I’ve ever done, but, in the end, I felt victorious and so thankful to God for allowing me to continue with my passion.
Many times in life we receive news that in a worldly sense can seem quite hopeless, but if we wait and hope in the Lord, He WILL hear us! My prayer for you, beautiful friend, is that the Lord would be your Light in the darkest of times, for by His grace, you shall rise again!