“I learned from this past semester that there are times when I’m weak and
strong…”
In my weakness, I found that the strength I needed did not come from within myself, but from the One who holds all things together. This journey was not only about completing assignments and reaching academic goals; it became a testimony of faith, surrender, and the sustaining power of God’s grace.
When I lay in that hospital room, the machines beeping and the hurried footsteps of nurses were constant reminders of my human frailty. My body was broken, my plans disrupted, and my mind overwhelmed by uncertainty. Yet in that same moment, my spirit felt a strange, unshakable peace. I knew that even if my future looked uncertain to me, it was not uncertain to my Lord. He already saw the road ahead, and He was guiding me through it.
I was reminded of the words in 2 Corinthians 12:9, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” In that hospital, I truly understood that my weakness was not a setback, it was a platform for God to show His strength. What I had once viewed as an obstacle to my education and life goals became an altar of surrender.
When the call finally came from the hospital that would perform my surgery, I felt the assurance that my prayers had been heard. I had asked for the best doctors, the best care, and the ability to finish my semester, and God answered in ways I could never have orchestrated on my own. This was not just an answered prayer; it was a reminder that He is attentive to even the smallest details of our hearts when we place them fully in His hands.
Throughout the recovery process, I faced days when the pain was deep and the tasks before me seemed impossible. Writing papers, attending text, phone calls, and staying engaged with coursework felt like climbing a mountain while carrying a heavy load. Yet, on those days, I leaned more into prayer, allowing God’s presence to become my daily strength.
This project, though intended to teach academic skills, became for me a spiritual lesson in perseverance, humility, and trust. It showed me that God’s plan is not to remove every challenge, but to walk with us through them so that our character is refined and our faith deepened. It also taught me to value the gift of time and to use it for His glory, for we are never promised tomorrow.
I also learned that strength is not always loud and visible. Sometimes it is simply choosing to get up each day, do the next right thing, and trust God with the results. It is the quiet, steadfast belief that His will is better than my own, even when it requires surrendering what I thought, I wanted most.
Now, as I look back on these weeks, I see a tapestry woven with threads of difficulty and threads of grace. Every pain, delay, and tears has been matched with moments of divine provision and unexplainable peace. I walk away from this experience not only having completed my project but having gained a deeper awareness of the presence of God in every detail of my life.