After traveling four hours to speak at a women’s meeting, I developed a raging headache. I sat in the front row my pain-filled head in my hands, too sick to care if I looked foolish.
I sent an SOS prayer up to the Lord. “There’s no way I can speak. You have to help me.” A steel band encompassed my head. The pain increased. Through the singing and other formalities I despaired. Should I tell the person next to me to inform the leader that I was too sick to speak?
Then this thought came to me – believe that when your name is called the headache will disappear.
One hour into the meeting, my headache in full throttle, the leader took the microphone. She said how happy they were to have me speak and called me to the podium. At the very moment she uttered my name the pain began to lift. The steel band broke. I stood and began walking to the platform. With each step, the headache lessened. By the time I took the microphone it had vanished.
God could’ve relieved me of pain an hour earlier – I would’ve preferred that. Sometimes He wants us to experience human weakness to the point that we have no other choice but to send up earnest prayers for immediate help.
“. . . The prayer of a righteous man (or woman) is powerful and effective (James 5:16) not because we’re strong but because He is.