These last two weeks have been a complete nightmare.
I could probably let that sentence be the end of the post as it describes perfectly how I feel about the last 14 days or so. However, I wouldn’t want to do that to you so I’ll continue….
A couple of weeks ago I found myself having intense stomach pain. I was on the floor, at times, in pain. It progressively got worse as time went on. In my head I kept thinking “surely it can’t get worse than this” but, I was wrong. It got worse. Pain followed by nausea followed by dizziness and near fainting episodes.
After an ER visit, various tests and 3 doctors, I was treated for Diverticulitus. What is that? It’s pain. That’s what it is.
Basically, my colon grew weird pouches and decided to get infected which lead to colon spasms. How did I get it? Well, they say it can be triggered by stress and I would not doubt that at all. I’ve been living in a stress storm for over a year now and I think my body has had enough.
I literally spent 2 weeks in bed, on the floor or in the doctor’s office. Most of the time I was asleep or in such pain that I had no idea what was going on around me. In fact, there are some things that I just don’t even remember happening. My mom (a nurse) took amazing care of me during that time and helped me with my children.
The purpose of this post was not to say all of that, the purpose was to talk about the one thing that I do remember. I remember my oldest son praying for me. Every single day, he would come around to my side of the bed, lay hands on me and pray. That’s when I heard it. I heard the most beautiful prayer I have ever heard in my life.
“God, please heal my mom and whatever you do, God, make me last and put her first.”
He repeated that several times, “just put me last, God.”
My boys go to a Christian school and at that school they give out an award called “I am Third.” Basically, the idea is to put others before yourself. He’s been taught that since he was little but to hear him pray that, totally threw me.
He’s only 8 years old and he prayed that prayer with full and complete confidence knowing that God was/is healing me. He also prayed that prayer with the intent of letting God know that I need to go first even before himself.
Can you imagine that? Telling God to take care of others before yourself?
WHAT IN THE WORLD? Does that not go against every selfish part of our very nature? Or as Joyce Meyer says, “WHAT ABOUT ME?” Can you imagine if all of us would take the stance of letting others go before ourselves, praying for the needs of others before even praying for ourself? Or even sacrificing your own needs/wants for the needs of others? WOW.
Obviously, God is big enough to handle everyone’s needs. But, to care so much about others that you are willing to put your own needs last, well, that is a concept most adults don’t even understand.
We know that we are supposed to do that, we know to pray for others and give thanks but as I pray throughout the day, I’m almost always interweaving my needs amongst my prayers for others.
I mean to be honest, I do not think I have ever, in my life, told God to put me last. In fact, I’d probably prefer to be first.
Admit it, you’d probably prefer to be first too.
My son prayed a completely innocent and beautiful prayer, simply wanting his mom to get better but I’m telling you, I’ll never forget it. As you go through your day today, put someone else first before yourself. Be a blessing to someone else. Take a second to think about someone other than yourself, I mean, if an 8 year old can do it, we can too.