I was so sore and distraught and at the verge of tears, all around me my hope had faded, the light at the end of the tunnel looked even further away. I had been really ill for a few weeks, a mixture of being bed-bound and house-bound and so I felt completely isolated, alone and overwhelmed. I felt this illness was just robbing me of so much and that I had been forgotten about by others.
I hadn't spent much time in prayer or the Word that week and so I realized how thirsty I was for encouragement from God himself. How easily it is to neglect God's Word and prayer. Nothing my husband or son could say would encourage me so I knew it was time to spend time with my Father God. I needed His help and no-one else. So I knew I really needed to read something that would make me think and lift me up. My first port of call was Psalm 40:1-4;