And I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another Comforter, that he may abide with you forever. Even the Spirit of truth; whom the world cannot receive, because it seeth him not, neither knoweth him: but ye know him; for he dwelleth with you, and shall be in you. I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. John 14: 16-18
We are all faced with situations that we feel that we cannot handle and often we feel like giving up but that is the very time that we must let go and let God do what He does best.
Six years ago, I was faced with a situation that I felt that I could not handle; my mother fell into a coma. During this time I was a babe in Christ, a mother, student, and working full-time. I felt that there was no way for me to even handle a situation such as this nor did I feel strong enough to even go through such traumatic incident. No way did I think that I was up for the challenge that God had placed on my plate. Then I started to ask the question, "Why me Lord?"
For an entire year, I went to visit my mother, tended to her personal needs and read the Bible to her but even in these times I felt alone. I cried myself to sleep often and wanted to just throw in the towel. I wanted to so badly to resort to what was comfort for me and that was drinking. Yes, I felt that the only way to numb the pain was to drink it away. Since I was still young in the Lord, I had no idea of just what exactly HE was capable of doing. I had heard of His works and what He had done for others but I never experienced it for myself. Daily I would confide in my First Lady, who was also my spiritual mother and all she kept telling me was that He will not put more on me than I can bear. I truly did not get this because it felt like I was walking around with bricks cemented to my shoulders. One day while the tears was rolling down my face, I heard a voice say, "I will comfort you." Right then I knew that I could get through the storm that I was in.
A few short weeks after I heard those words I got a call that my mother had taken a turn for the worse. I immediately called my First Lady. She told me to come to her for prayer. As she held me and prayed for me. Then I let out a cry that could be heard for miles and at that very moment it felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. Directly following that great release, I went to the nursing facility to say my final good byes. After I kissed my mother's forehead and told her that I loved her, I felt a sense of peace. I am grateful that before God had called my mother home that He prepared me for her end. He placed a wonderful man and woman of God in my life who are now my spiritual mother and father. They gave me wise council and taught me how to stand on God's word. Most of all, I am grateful that He afforded me a chance to minister to my mother even as she laid motionless. After my mother taken her last breath that is when I knew that my God had done what He said He would do, according to John 14:16-18.
By Sis. Tina Mitchell