Just about everything I know of has an expiration date. Batteries lose their charge. Milk goes sour in the refrigerator. Cereal gets stale. Bread molds. I was reminded again that my life is time limited during my recent stay in hospitals, 2 facilities, 10 nights in 11 days! Though I feel much better today, there are still a couple things that require additional medical care. Am I going to die in the near future? No doctor seems to think so, a fact for which I am grateful, but I know in a new way just how quickly a person can go from strong to weak, from feeling great to awful pain.
When I first met my terrible pain I would like to be able to say that I knew a calm and gentle spirit, but … alas, I am all too human and I cried out in great fear. But, loved by God, by family, and friends - I quickly regained a sense of perspective and the balance of my confinement was mostly a time of great peace, resting on faith, entrusting myself to His care.
Here is the first choice that was impressed on me by the Spirit, through the Word. “Be Thankful!” Repeatedly, when tempted to complain, I felt His prompt to choose faith. Yes, faith is the foundation of true gratitude.
I am NOT thankful for days of pain, for the necessity of
surgical intervention, or the extended stay in the hospital. My thanks was and
is sustained by this – “He is God Almighty.” Laying in that bed, I was challenged by the familiar
opening lines of the Apostle’s Creed: “I
believe in God, the Father Almighty, the Maker of heaven and earth …” I have recited those words a thousand
times or more. During this experience, I remembered them and asked myself if it were true to me.
If He is God- FATHER of loving care;
and ALMIGHTY – with all things under His direction; then I can be at
rest. And so I was, and grateful that He is working in me and through me, in
ways that may beyond my understanding in the moment. There was an interesting side effect of
thanking Him. I found myself thanking nurses, doctors, and
hospital staff for their care with words that were not just polite, but from
the heart.
One morning there, around 5 am, a nurse came into my room. I was awake so she asked if she might sit a moment or two. A conversation followed that revealed her soul exhaustion because of struggles in her own life with disappointment and uncertainty. She told me that she sought out my room because ‘there is such a feeling of peace here.’ After praying with her, I thanked God for helping me to be obedient in thanksgiving which allowed His peace to be felt and known. I experienced His word - "Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. If you do this, you will experience God’s peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 4:6-7, NLT)
Beyond a response of humility that allowed me to express
thanks to God I found myself humbled by a renewed realization of my place
in this world. There is a subtle kind of pride that creeps up on me
(you, too, perhaps?) that makes me feel indispensable. “Whatever will the world
around me do if I am not functioning at capacity?” While it is important to be of service to God
and others, if that service is done from duty or pride, it is tinged with Self that
obscures the Spirit’s work.
Sidelined by weakness, completely at the care and
mercy of others, I remembered that life flows on, that others will close the
gap, taking up the reins of responsibility. Of course that may seem like common
sense to some but I needed that lesson. We all serve best when we lean into our
spiritual gifts with joy in the offering of ourselves for God’s glory. So many
other times when sidelined by sickness even for a day, I fretted about ‘getting
back’ to work and service. This time, God let me experience the Body of Christ
in a new way. During those times someone
stepped up to take my place as a Bible teacher in our Vacation Bible School. My pastor replaced me quickly at a wedding I was
to conduct. Another ministered in my place at a funeral that I was to do.
People to whom I have ministered, for whom I have prayed,
prayed for me. The strength of being ‘in
the Body of Christ’ became even more evident to me in my weakness.
So, are you in a hard place, a painful situation, a circumstance that is limiting you?
Let me urge to you trust your Heavenly Father who is ‘God, the Father Almighty.’
Pray to know the gift of faith and lean into gratitude for His gracious gifts.
Let the love of the Body surround you, carrying you when you cannot stand alone. Being part of His Church, His family, in life’s great and happy moments, makes it possible to know the ministry of that Body when life turns quickly. Yes it is true that "If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad. Now all of you together are Christ’s body, and each one of you is a separate and necessary part of it." (1 Corinthians 12:26-27, NLT)
We are all time limited, will all experience weakness,
sooner or later, and at some point, oh cheery thought, we will come to the end
of our earthly journey. May God grace us with inner beauty, deep faith, and an
experience of being loved and loving in those moments.
Join me in this prayer that David prayed so long ago, our word from the Word.
"Look on me and answer, O LORD my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death; my enemy will say,
“I have overcome him,” and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in
your salvation.
I will sing to the LORD, for he has been good to me."
(Psalm 13:3-6, NIV)
(Video of this blog at this link)
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Breathe
On Me Breath Of God
Breathe on me breath of God
Fill me with life anew
That I may love what Thou dost love
And do what Thou wouldst do
Breathe on me breath of God
Until my heart is pure
Until with Thee I will one will
To do and to endure
Breathe on me breath of God
So shall I never die
But live with Thee the perfect life
Of Thine eternity
Edwin Hatch | Robert Jackson
Words: Public Domain
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