I know my God is with me

I've heard it said many times before: "In our weakness, He is made strong." But not the way I heard it tonight. Thinking about what happens in my moments of weakness, I thought back to my past. There is that critical point where you can decide to complain and work in your own strength; or you can claim your weakness through Him, the one who overcame. I thought back to when I sat in the hospital, alone in a room with white walls, one small bed with white sheets and a white blanket. Everything within me said I could not move on and wanted to act on my own, end it all in a selfish attempt to take my own life. Yet, someone told me there was more than this, that I needed to pray. And with one desperate, honest plea.... "JESUS!" There were no more thoughts plaguing me, no more hallucinations haunting me in my every move. It was over, I gave it all to him. In my weakness, he became strong.