At My Weakest Point I never imagined I’d come so close to the brink of death. But there I was, lying in a hospital bed with a severe infection that had turned septic. Every movement took effort, and I felt utterly powerless. It was one of the darkest, scariest moments of my life, and all I could do was whisper desperate prayers for strength.
The days in the hospital blurred together. Tubes and monitors surrounded me, and pain left me exhausted. I remember thinking, “I’m not strong enough for this.” In those moments, even holding onto faith felt hard. Yet, deep inside, I knew God was with me — even if I couldn’t feel it through the haze of pain and fear.
A Heart-Shaped Sign of Hope
One morning, as I slowly sat up in bed, something caught my eye. Inside the surgical drain attached to my body, the blood had pooled into a distinct shape – a perfect little heart. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. There it was: unmistakably heart-shaped, right there in the midst of my pain and mess.
Tears filled my eyes. In that simple heart shape, I sensed God saying, “I see you, and I love you.” It felt like a quiet reassurance from Heaven — a “God wink,” as I like to call it. Despite all the tubes, worry, and weakness, God showed up for me in a way I never expected. That heart in the drain was a sweet sign that I was not alone and that healing was on the way.
Finding Strength Through Faith
Seeing that heart sparked a change inside me. My circumstances hadn’t instantly improved — I was still battling sepsis and facing a long recovery — but my spirit was renewed. I began to feel a peace that didn’t make sense given the situation. In my weakest state, God reminded me of His strength.
As the days went on, I held onto that image of the heart and the feeling of God’s presence it brought. Whenever fear crept in, I recalled how clearly He had given me a sign of hope. I remembered the scripture that says God’s power is made perfect in our weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9). In my own weakness, I truly experienced His strength carrying me through.
Eventually, my body began to heal. I grew stronger each day, and I was able to go home to my family. That journey through suffering taught me so much about faith. I learned that faith isn’t about never feeling weak; it’s about trusting that God will be your strength when you are weak.
If you are a mom or a woman walking through a season of illness, pain, or hardship, I want you to know you’re not alone. It’s okay to admit you don’t feel strong. In fact, that’s exactly when God can step in and lift you up. My story is proof that even in the darkest valley, a glimmer of God’s love can renew your hope.
I found strength through faith when I wasn’t strong at all – and you can too. Sometimes it might be through a “God wink” like a heart-shaped reminder of love, or through the support of loved ones and the comfort of prayer. However it comes, God will meet you in your suffering and help you find strength for each new day.