Praying in Weakness

Yesterday was Sunday. Even after returning from the service, I still felt very weak.

Anran was sick, couldn’t sleep well, crying non-stop. Yanbing, having stayed up almost all night to care for him, was exhausted. For several days now, Anran had been in this state, but my heart was hard as if “I neither saw nor heard.” At that moment, I felt compelled to pray for him.

So, I began to pray. Anran’s cries gradually, gradually softened until he fell asleep. I, too, gradually entered into a state of prayer, really enjoying speaking to God. In the end, I was deeply thankful, grateful to God for using the illness in our family to bring about a renewal of my faith.

That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:10