Thank you


I lay in a nice warm bed last night and even though I haven’t had a banana for a while, I felt fine.

Then suddenly the muscles in my right leg tightened and would not relax. Bed cramp! How it makes one scream! I did what I assume everybody does in this situation – I sat bolt upright as quick as lightening and grabbed my calf.

No matter how much I tried to flex my foot towards me to ease the tightness, the cramp would not subside. It was as if my leg was caught in a vice that was being wound up tighter and tighter.

My husband Anwar,  tried to help the best he could, but nothing was working. Childbirth is bad but nothing in comparison to this, unless I have a short memory.

The cramp would stop then start again in 10 second waves and each time, it felt like my sinews were being ripped apart.

I sat there with my eyes shut, head tilted back and just screamed.

After what seemed like forever, although it was literally 6 minutes, the pain wore off. But you know that feeling – it felt like in any second, the muscles would tense up again and the whole excruciating process would begin again.

Despite panicky prayer, I was terrified and my body went into shock. I felt cold and the other muscles began to twitch randomly. Anwar tried to calm me down and I lay back with my hands still around my curled up toes. I didn’t dare release them. With every tense twitch, I feared it would trigger another attack, but there was nothing I could do but lay still and try to relax.

Then it hit me. This pain which rendered me scared and breathless, lasted less than half an hour. Yet Jesus suffered the most agonising pain for 3 hours on the cross and many hours before that; having his body literally ripped to shreds. The bible says he was so badly beaten he was unrecognisable.

How could anyone have endured such acute pain for so long? I couldn’t have lasted another 5 minutes and had I suffered a relapse, I would have been asking for an ambulance so I could be given a quick muscle relaxing injection.

The reality of the love of Jesus slapped me in the face once again. He knew what he would go through before the event yet willingly gave up his life so that I now could be free.

I’m in awe. I cannot say much more. It renders me speechless.

Thank you Jesus for the unspeakable torture you went through for me. How could I fear? How could I be depressed? How could I be discouraged? If he did that for me, he certainly loves me and wants to help me through ALL my life’s problems. He’s more than able and he’s more than willing.

The crucifixion proved it.



11 thoughts on “Thank you

  1. Hi Michelle

    I hope that you are feeling better hon. What a powerful post. Sending up a silent prayer of thanks for your life and the encouragement that you give. Jx


      • Note to self. Must remember the sisters names (Your sister did mention this – I had no idea).
        Sorry hon.
        Dear Sharon,
        I hope that you are feeling better hon. What a powerful post. Sending up a silent prayer of thanks for your life and the encouragement that you give. Jx
        Lots of Love.


      • It’s okay hun, I get called Michelle all the time – even by people in my Harvest Group and people from hers. I get called Sarah too. I guess I need to really worry when I start being called Anwar ☺️ Xx


      • You’re welcome. I forgot to tell you too that caffeine and sugar can aggravate them. Sorry for being such a mother hen here, but my husband has had them too. I know they can be miserable. I hope they go away for you. xo


      • Thanks Debbie, I don’t really do the major caffine stuff like coffee, tea, coke & Lucozade, but I make up for it in sugar! I don’t drink enough water either. But I’m so glad it happened because I can’t shake off that re-newed realisation of what Jesus went through for us for hours. And the human mind could never fathom it, so I know I’m not even close to imagining properly. Enjoy your day tomorrow xx


      • You are right, of course. I apologize for the “mama” in me. Sometimes, I get carried away with all my “helpful hints”. lol. I didn’t mean to over look your wonderful blog. I know you aren’t offended too. I just wanted to make your painful cramps all go away. I believe that we will never really grasp the magnitude of His sacrifice and suffering for us. Not just the physical sense either. To have His loving Father turn His back on Him and then to carry the weight of sin from the whole world since day one on His shoulders is beyond my capabilities to fathom. I know how awful I feel when I have sinned once, let alone to bear the whole worlds upon me. We are so very deeply blessed. Thank you for sharing, Sharon. You have a good heart. Love you. xo


  2. Pingback: How To Not Scream At Your Keyboard | Light-bites For Your Heart

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s