How I Found God’s Grace in My Weakness When My Body Was Failing
- meetgodattheedgeof
- Nov 28
- 3 min read
Today's testimony is brought to you by our Heavenly Father.
I missed sending this yesterday, but I felt convicted to share it. Honestly, I didn’t want to—because it gets personal, uncomfortable, and frankly, embarrassing. But obedience matters more than comfort, and if sharing this gives God the glory, then here it is. This is my story of God’s grace in my weakness, and how He sustained me when my body began to fail.
For the past week and a half, I’ve been using my new A-PAP machine. That first night was rough—having something strapped to your face all night isn’t exactly natural. It’s uncomfortable, awkward, and takes time to get used to. But what led up to finally getting this machine is what shook my life.
During my long season without it, a storm of problems hit me hard. I always knew sleep was important, but I had no idea how devastating the effects of long-term, low-oxygen sleep could be. According to my doctor, my blood oxygen dropped to 50% while I slept. I had to educate myself on blood oxygen just to understand how serious that is. When levels fall to 92% or lower, it requires immediate medical attention. I wasn’t just tired—I was suffocating in my sleep.
The physical symptoms kept stacking. Shortness of breath. Struggling to walk across a room without gasping. Heavy, swollen legs that felt like they were weighed down. My eyes were constantly full of mucus. My lungs felt like they were drowning. The coughing felt endless. But the scariest part? My mind was slipping. My memory was fading. It took every ounce of energy just to work and hold myself together.
And then came the worst feeling of all: being so exhausted you could sleep for a week, yet unable to get restful sleep. The headaches were daily. The insomnia grew. And the fear that this was becoming fatal haunted me. This went on for more than a year.
So I prayed.
"Lord, I don’t know if I can take anymore. I feel like Job. I’ve lost everything I had, now my health is failing and I’m dying."
"Father, if this is my cup, take me now. Save my wife and kids from watching me slowly die."
But even in that darkness, God’s grace in my weakness met me. Every time I cried out, the Father encouraged me:
“My grace is all you need, my power works best in weakness.”
In those moments, I felt Him lift me just enough to survive the day. He met me in the shadows and pushed the darkness back. And He didn’t let me walk through it alone. My wife became a rock for me. We held each other in silence many nights, both of us knowing this path looked fatal. It wasn’t that we doubted God could save me—it was that we were surrendered to His will, even if His will meant calling me home. As painful as that was, we settled our hearts in it.
But today? Today is different.
After a week and a half with this machine, I’ve woken up without headaches. The mucus is gone. My legs are returning to normal. My mind is sharp again. My memory is coming back. And all of this is happening even though I’m still only sleeping four hours a night because of discomfort. If this is what God is doing with four hours… I might become Superman with a full eight.
I am filled with joy and thankfulness. Truly overflowing. God pulled me back from the grave, and I am here for one reason—to do His will.
Praise God for His grace and mercy.
Thank You, Father, for another day. Amen.
