“Shhh, my child, be still and know I am God.”
“But the nurse just gave me the happy juice, and I am still scared.”
Silence overcame me, and I sensed others prayers lifted upward for God to catch, and He being the King of catchers, lands them square in the middle of His palm.
Suddenly, in a wink of an eye, I am filled with peace. I told my son, “I no longer have fear.” Just to be sure he has heard, I repeated, “I no longer have fear.”
They rolled my gurney towards the surgery room, and the ceiling became my focus. I entered the lighted and cold room. The doctor and his crew moved quickly. I caught a blur of words, and then my lights went out.
An hour and half later, my eyes opened up wide. The surgery was finished, and all was well. I could hardly believe how good I felt. It felt like just moments that I had spoken encouragement to my son, and I had been under the mercy of deep painless sleep. The nurse was amazed at my alertness. I remembered my name, my birthday (although that one I would have liked to have forgotten), and where I was.
So far, this may not sound so amazing to you, the reader, but I have not yet told you of the fear and feelings up to the moment that God finally told me, “Shhh”.
This surgery, that I just had, was not the first. I had had a string of major surgical procedures. There had been several threats of cancer present, as well as this last time. God brought me through them all. He is good all the time, and He is always on time.
I know this to be true, that God is good. Yet, this time I had my doubts. I feared that this time, I just might not make it. This time I let the enemy play with my mind, and take away my peace.
So, God heard a lot from me. I’m sure He had to get a larger bottle to collect my tears in. And the questions and pleas kept pouring out of my mouth, directly going to Heaven to reside with my Lord.
I wore a path in the carpet leading to the altar, at my church, asking for anointed prayer. I have always had the strongest faith in answered prayer, and have received miracle healings, as well as healings from medical procedures. But this time, this time, I had doubts.
See, I wasn’t allowing myself to be silent before the Lord. I was forgetting that He is our refuge and strength. I was forgetting that He is always a very present help in our time of trouble. I had become a doubter, which negated all praise and worship of Him. I was not bringing Him honor.
But there were two things I did do right. I kept calling out for help, and God heard my need. And I enlisted others to cover me in prayer. God loves it when we pray, and when we pray for each other. He always answers, making our prayers effectual.
God needs us to sometimes just be silent. This being the Lenten season, is a good time to put some of this into practice. You, the reader, and I would be wise to put on some instrumental prayer music, pull out our Bibles, and just dwell in the Lord. Jesus gave us His all. We can at least give our silence, and know He is God. (Psalm 46:10 NIV)
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