God’s Grace in Weakness: How the Lord Sustained Me When My Body Was Shutting Down

Even in my weakness, God held me up. His grace carried me long before the breakthrough ever arrived.

Today's testimony is brought to you by our Heavenly Father through me.

First, I want to say thank you. Every prayer, every message, every “How are you doing?” has meant more than you know. Your support mattered while I walked through this trial—one that quietly tried to take my life.

For quite some time now, I’ve been slowly dying at the hand of extreme sleep apnea. My breathing was stopping over 100 times a night, and my oxygen levels dropped so low that my doctor said it was like being slowly suffocated. Over time, that kind of sleep can start shutting down your internal organs, clouding your mind, and opening the door to a long list of severe health issues.

I’ll be honest—I was scared. I wasn’t ready to die, and I certainly wasn’t ready to lose my mind or become a father who couldn’t show up for his family.

So I did the only thing I knew to do:

I got on my knees.

I talked to God about all of it—the fear, the unknowns, the reality that my body was failing. And throughout the entire trial, the Lord kept giving me the same answer:

“My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.”

There it was—God’s grace in weakness. The strength I didn’t have, He supplied.

So I said, “Amen,” and I kept showing up. Even when I slept only 2–3 hours a night. Even when everything in me wanted to quit. I still went to work. I still made it to the guys’ meetings. I still showed up for my kids—picking them up, dropping them off, cheering them on.

That might not sound like much, but when you’re that exhausted, everything becomes a mountain. The physical issues piling on made it even harder. Yet each morning, my prayer stayed the same:

“Lord, make whatever sleep I get enough for what I have to do today.”

And by God’s grace in weakness alone, every single day was completed. I didn’t miss work. I didn’t miss my responsibilities. I made every meeting. My kids were on time. There was no drop in productivity—even though physically, I should have been collapsing.

People would say, “You don’t look bad for someone not sleeping.”

And my response was simple:

“That’s because the Lord is blessing me for trusting and relying on Him.”

It’s incredible how God pours out blessings in the middle of a trial that could take your life. It really is all about faith—faith that God’s grace in weakness is more powerful than anything coming against you.

Then came another attack from the enemy: my new sleep machine was lost in shipping. Days turned into weeks of “investigation time,” and I had to keep pushing through without what I desperately needed.

But praise God—yesterday the machine finally arrived.

Last night, I set it up and discovered something surprising: I’m going to have to learn to breathe fully through my nose. I didn’t realize I used both nose and mouth, but apparently that’s common. Still, I put it on and went to sleep.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, I slept 4.5 hours straight. I woke up feeling really good—better than I expected. A few improvements were immediately noticeable. The biggest one?

My brain wasn’t in a fog.

I could think clearly again.

That alone is a miracle to me.

I truly believe this trial is ending. Each night will get better as I adjust, and I’m grateful beyond words that God helped me finally get what I needed to stop the slow, silent damage of no sleep.

I can’t even explain how happy I am to finally be stepping into restful sleep again.Praise God for His grace in my weakness.

Thank You, Father, for another day.

Amen.

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