There are times in our life where we need to ask somebody else for help, whether it is for ourselves, or to assist in the support of others. Possibly one of the best ways in which we can do this is by praying, this is what I had always been taught at least, and this exactly what I ended up doing a couple of years ago when a family member was suffering from a terminal illness.
When somebody close to you is diagnosed with a terminal illness your head really does start to spin around. It really is hard to take a calm and collected view of things. Your mind is constantly filled with questions about what could happen, what will happen, and of course what can you do to change things. Sadly though, it isn’t always possible to do anything. What is currently happening is the ‘will of god’ and that really cannot be changed, no matter how much you try and pray and ask the question ‘help me Jesus Christ’. Eventually you just sit back and accept the situation for what it is.
I believe I am a good Christian. I really do, I go to church every single week, I pray every single night and I dedicate my life to god. When this family member was suffering I began to lose hope. I stopped praying, and I didn’t want to go to church. I regret this now, but I never imagined that MY God would put someone through this pain.
My close family member was also a devout Christian. She didn’t really have anybody apart from me, nobody to support her. I already felt bad enough not asking for help from my Lord. However, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her this, to say I had abandoned all hope. It was around ¾ into the illness that she asked me to ‘say a prayer for me’. So I did, that very night. I did every single night, no longer was I asking ‘help me Christ’, I was asking ‘Help her Christ’. She needed my assistance, she asked for it, and I was going to do everything possible to make it happen.
Nothing changed at all really; I still didn’t have my faith in God. I know it is a terrible thing to say, but if you are placed in a situation like this, and you are begging every single night to ‘Help me Jesus Christ’ and nothing happens, then it is likely that you would end up feeling the same way. However, one thing changed my perception of the power of prayer. Around two days before she passed, the fell into a coma. However, a couple of hours before this happened she stared towards the door of the room. I asked her what was wrong, and she simply said ‘The Angels are here for me now’. She was too weak to speak again after that, or anything that was coherent at least. This was the point that my faith in God had been restored. I had realised at that point, prayer did help. It wasn’t going to cure the sickness. That had been ‘planned’. Instead, it was going to assist with her passing over, to give her the help that she needed. And for that, I am ever thankful.
If you are going through a tough time, whether it is a terminal illness like this, or something much minor, then don’t be afraid to ask ‘help me Christ’. Or even to ask someone to ‘Pray for Me’. You may not feel like it makes a difference, but it really is, someone is listening, and whilst it may not make it easier now. It will get easier in the long run, never give up hope.