Written by: Kerrington Sweeney
Ask anyone, I would be described as “the encourager.” I try my very best, to always stay positive and optimistic. A bright light, in all sorts of crazy situations and a hand stretched out, if help is needed.
A shoulder to cry on. A voice of wisdom and encouragement. A text away to get instant prayer…that’s just who I was created to be. I am always at a moments notice, ready to give up anything and go without something, to see someone go further in their walk, with Jesus Christ.
A few months back, I went through a very rough battle season of my life. I was physically attacked by sickness, emotionally drained and spiritually on a desperate searching quest. Searching for something more. Something to quench my never ending thirst of strength, in both my physical, emotional, and spiritual needs.
Between hospital visits, tons of doctors appointments, many sleepless nights and the horrific daily throwing up sessions for almost an entire month… I had absolutely no strength left. No encouragement to give. I was in a state of lifelessness. Weak, tired, and exhausted.
“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might.” ~Ephesians 6:10
In those moments, I felt like doing nothing, but drop to my knees and cry for hours. Being on the other end, of having to receive encouragement from others, then having the pleasure of freely giving it. Being that Encourager, in desperate need of my own dose of encouragement and prayer, was not a place I liked to be in.
The incredible amounts of encouragement and prayers, I so graciously received through that time were each a sincere blessing to my weary heart. My Friends and Family, sent prayers, gifts, flowers, cards, text messages and phone calls. Tearing up just thinking of the amounts of true love and care that was shown to me…
“Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” ~Matthew 11:28
There was of course, at least 10,000 reasons I could have complained about my situation. Which yes, I still complained…I’m human! I complained about the terrible physical battle I was fighting, that felt like a never-ending cycle of sickness. In amongst my pain and struggles, I daily challenged myself to find 10,000 reasons to be thankful to The Lord. For He, did not put that attack on my body. He was there to restore, equip, and heal me.
I just had to simply believe. The battles you may be fighting, the hurts you hold on to, the struggles that are constantly bombarding your everyday life…Give them up. Hand the keys over to God, let Him lock those things out of your life. He has plans for you. I pray, this post was encouraging to you.
I pray, that you are able to walk away from here today and have the strength to encourage a “Sister” in need today like I once was. Bless you readers!
Until Next Time,