Post-surgery Thoughts, Part #1.
The past 6 years of my life have been very painful. I mean, PAIN-FULL. I was in pain every hour of every day from April 2009 to April 2015. Very well intentioned people would ask me every week, “How are you? Are you in pain?” The reality: I was in pain, in a lot of pain, or in enough pain to make me want to scream. If you really want to understand some of it, you can read some of my previous writings:
The past 6 years of my life have also been very PRAISE-FULL. All the doctor consults, treatments, therapies, medications and advice from the general public did nothing to ease my pain, but God kept breathing life and hope into me every time I faltered (which was often).
I think most of us wish that God were visible, a “real-live” person we could consult with on a moment’s notice, and get “real-time” results. It’s not so easy to pin Him down. (In all fairness, He’s the Creator of the universe…perhaps it’s time to stop trying!) In these years of pain, I have noticed God through prayer, Bible verses, bear hugs, notes of encouragement, lunch with friends, bursts of laughter, rest, work, good food, doctor’s offices, rides in a car, and strength to walk one more hour when I didn’t think I could. There is so much for which to PRAISE GOD.
A paraphrase of Colossians says:
We look at this Son [Christ] and see the God who cannot be seen. We look at this Son and see God’s original purpose in everything created. For everything, absolutely everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him. He was there before any of it came into existence and holds it all together right up to this moment. And when it comes to the church, he organizes and holds it together, like a head does a body.
From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross. (Colossians 1: 15-20)
There is pain, and there is praise. Kinda of sums up life, doesn’t it? Not every day is perfect, and not all good things last. But I have found a great joy from learning that God is holding me together, even when the circumstances feel hopeless and unchanging. He IS near, and He IS listening. I want for you to know this truth in your own life, for you to praise God for at least some part of each day.