I Just Want To Help!” When People Comment On Your Illness
We may find ourselves shocked to realize just how much we are the on the hearts of loved ones who are a part of our life. They may actually be worry...
We may find ourselves shocked to realize just how much we are the on the hearts of loved ones who are a part of our life. They may actually be worrying more than we realize about our illness. So when they make comments we are left wondering about their intent.
We can try our hardest to not let the hurt feelings we experience bother us. We see that we need to acknowledge their heart’s concern.
There are moments, the “wounds from a friend can be trusted” (Proverbs 27:6). This is because the remarks are truly made out of ignorance. Our loved ones are trying to say something that will get across their love. Their opinions, however, just come out in a way that at times ends up sounding all wrong.
In 1993 when I was 24 and diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis my life changed rapidly. Those individuals at my church and people at my job felt no reluctance in telling me their opinions about my chronic illness
As a 24-year-old young woman, residing a thousand miles away from my hometown the the choices I had to quickly make about the treatment options were overwhelming and serious. I meticulously poured through brochures and paperwork researching medications, therapies and alternative treatments.
I went out of my way to see specialized doctors, for example rheumatologists. I compared different drugs and their instant side effects, with the long-term results of choosing not to use certain medication.
The scattered advice from groups of people who had never even heard of my invisible illness felt like a personal attack against my intellect. I know that may sound silly, however. . . that is how it felt. My head thought “The audacity!’
All things considered, of those who simply made ignorant statements, it is those that were opinions about the genuineness of my faith that hurt the most.
Have you ever had what Proverbs 18:2 says is a friend that “finds no pleasure in understanding but delights in airing his own opinions”?
When I was first diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, seeking examples from others who had traveled this unexpected road, I researched the inspiring autobiographies of Christians who who had endured physically suffering, Joni Eareckson Tada and Dave Dravecky.
They have, and continue to, hear the same sort of remarks and even insults, that I heard. I grasped onto the promise that the Lord was the only one who truly understood my heart.
If people I did not know were able to tell these leaders in the ministry of suffering about how they came up short in having enough faith to be completely be given the gift of healing, what caused me to imagine that I was exempt from similar criticisms and skepticism? If for a moment you are wondering if something is not right with you since people suggest that you are deficient in faith to be healed, know what? You are not alone.
In addition, I’ve heard some rather derogatory remarks, and it is always difficult to simply smile and say, “I appreciate your concern, but I do not actually agree.”
Many times it feels as though everyone who is well, desires me to be in a ministry for those who are healed or a ministry that focuses on how to “get people healed” by discovering a secret formula that they believe God uses.
Personally, I just don’t have a passion for a ministry that focuses solely on healing. Many of those already are available. And I would be thrilled to wake up tomorrow and find I was healed, but the zeal that God has called my heart to is a ministry where people are today– usually, still sick. I want to meet each individual wherever they are before they have experienced a healing. I want to be a part of in the ministry that stands by them if healing doesn’t comes on this side of heaven.
Through the Christian nonprofit I started in 1996, Rest Ministries, for people who live with chronic illness I have been blessed to have the opportunity to exhibit and speak to many audiences, including those on pastoral staff and hospital visitation teams, as well as those living with chronic pain. At every event, however, I am at risk of hearing, “If you had enough faith you would experience healing.”
Frequently people glance over the table of our resources and books and then say, “This is wonderful, but you should try ‘fill-in-the-blank-alternative-treatment-here,’ and then you would be healed, and then that could be your more helpful ministry!”
In some odd way, though I still to get extremely frustrated with my disease, I am just beginning to understand the Bible verse 1 Peter 4:13 about considering it “pure joy to suffer for Christ.” If this results in the fact that I will be called to “walk the walk” (or someday wheel?), then I will find a way to accept this.
And I am not alone in this regard. You may find many people with chronic illnesses claim that though they are not especially “happy” about their limitations they have found that life is filled with deeper friendships and meaning due to the suffering they have experienced.
Yes. . . I hate pain! And I get tired of it. God does give us grace and endurance to get through another 24 hours. He also provided the Israelites manna so they could live one more day, solely depending on Him. I confess, like the Israelites, I have my moments I want to complain, “L-o-o-r-d, I’m tired of the manna!”
One will find, however, that as he grows closer to God the remarks people say will become much less important and they will slide off of us much easier than we ever imagine. Although there are days where it feels like people are purposely trying to say things that will bring us emotional pain, most often the pain they cause is not even known to them. Grow close to the Father and your faith in man will grow less and the emotions will not be so painful.
Do you feel like no one understands what you are going through? Author, Lisa Copen explains in her book “Why Can’t I ” more ways to get past the need for friends to empathize. Read it today so your life can be filled with joy, not frustration.