The testimony of Darlene Rose comes to mind, which I have heard on Focus on the Family. HERE is a Web page with some of her story in print, with a link at the bottom of the page to her book. I have wept over the provision of God and His Presence with her as I've heard her tell her story. She is an Overcomer in Christ. Even if we are never so tested, may we also walk in such fellowship with Him through every trial.
You know when I was about 19 years old there was a terrible blizzard here in Western NY, the blizzard of '77.
I was bound and determined that I was going to go out that night. My Father forbade it. I wasn't listening though. I was in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on myself, and getting ready to go out into this blizzard, defying his order. I had the bathroom door locked, and my Father stood outside of it prediciting that I was not stepping a foot outside of the house. I was being protected by the door so I was jaw- jawing back: "oh, yeah. I'm 19, I can do what I want and neither you or anyone else is going to stop me!"
My Father is a stone cutter, his forearms were, oh let's say, very well developed. As my jaw-jawing grew more strident, he hit the door with this fist and the bolt lock on the inside flew off the door. He stood outside as I walked past him and walked up to my room. I didn't say word one until I got to the top of the stairs then I started up again: "yeah, you may have won this one, but if you think it's over...."
We laugh about it now. With my Mother and the look in her eye that says to my Dad, "she's just what you deserved, she's just like you."
Weak, small and frail: what happens to our parents? When does this occur? All of a sudden there they are, needing our full protection and nurturing.