Your experiences of The Lord in your most difficult moments?

[Eric_Hyom]

About twenty years after my mum’s coma, I had tests done for cancer, about a month later the doctor phoned and said he urgently wanted to see me, it was non – Hodgkin Lymphoma. This was a name I recognised, our friend had this cancer, and died a few months later. I prayed for the wisdom, strength and peace to do God’s will, whether the cancer was a death sentence, or just an inconvenience. I can only say that from the moment of making this prayer, I have experienced a profound sense of peace, and the thought of cancer has never troubled me for a moment.

Cancer could be a truly worrying process, you wait a month or two for tests, you wait for the results, and you wait for more tests. I have never once prayed for healing, at the age of 62, the prayer for healing seemed too complicated, it might or might not be my time to go. Recognising this profound sense of peace comes from God, gives me reason to be thankful.

 

[taribomckay]

Usually when my mental health is bad. I actually feel the holy spirit and it’s just like something has lighted you up and destroyed all the demons you have. I need to get back to going to mass and strengthening my faith again.

 

[pulchraesamicamea]

Hello, friends.
I have a genetic disorder called titinopathy (muscular dystrophy). I don’t have a subtype yet. When I was diagnosed, I was relieved but yet…scared and angry. I know that I have prayed to the Lord for an answer or a diagnosis because I was undiagnosed for a long, long time, but I had an answer now. I know that the Lord had answered my prayer but I was scared.

This disorder degenerates my muscles over time. It atrophies them. Two copies that I’ve inherited from my parents were causing major problems.

At first, I gave thanks to the Lord. However, as my body changed, I was worried and sad. When I couldn’t walk up the stairs properly, I was really really sad. I cried to the Lord when people said mean things to me, or when my parents said that they don’t ever want me to share my disability outside.

But every time I cried out, He didn’t leave and He somehow brought me back; I am still here and I’m so glad that I did. After all, this is how God made me. He made me with precise sets of mutations that make up my body. It is what it is, and I have to give thanks that God made me this way.

Also, in memory of my unborn sister who died in my mother’s womb, I live on. I don’t know if she had this disease; she died due to a miscarriage. I live these days for her, for my friends, for my parents, and mostly- for God. I know that I still have to catch up to have more faith. I’ve been drifting on and off because I’ve been really focused on my physical health lately. However, I’m very glad that He is my maker and I want to give thanks to the Lord.

Pax!

 

[Divine3]

I have been thinking about this question and even praying about it. I can’t answer it very well because in my most difficult moments they lead me to question God and even to stop praying. When evil is manifested it is a great test of faith, at least for me it was and is. Now, I look at Jesus hanging on the cross, betrayed and mocked. Pure innocence…the God-man who died for me and everyone. Now, I know evil is a mystery and it is not going away. The evil one is real and never sleeps. I look to Mary who stayed faithful, sinless and believed that Jesus is the son of God even as he suffered and died on the cross. Now, I hold onto the belief that He is not here, he has risen. I hold onto the sacrament of confession and the Holy Eucharist while trusting in his mercy no matter what will happen today, tomorrow or right now.

 

[Azaryahtt]

My biggest fear at the moment, is growing cold and distant towards my fellow men.and women, after going Through so much for.so.long.