I’ve been here before. The night before surgery when all is quiet in the house. All the bills are paid, all the emails are written and my dog is snuggled up in his kennel with hopes of his buddy coming to get him soon. Which means, I have nothing left to keep my mind off the surgery anymore. The questions are after I fall to sleep, am I going to wake up hurting, paralysed, nauseated (no doubt about that one), or in the arms of my Jesus. I am going to try to be spiritual here (meaning really believing in my faith) and say that it matters not how I wake up.
Philippians 1:21 (NKJV)
For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
Now about the paralysis part, God, I gotta trust you on that one. The hurting part, they’ve got pretty good drugs for that one (Still trusting You Lord, the one who happens to have made those little things work).
These are just the inner thoughts that go through the mind of anyone about to undergo a major surgery. But let’s not forget the prayer’s of the righteous.
James 5:16 (NKJV)
Confess your trespasses to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.
I just realized we normally cut off that first part about confessing when quoting this verse. I desire healing so I’ll confess now. I have not prayed enough, loved enough, had enough quiet times, and I’ve gone faster than the speed limits. I don’t want to make light of this; I am serious. I am a sinner but here is the good news: I am bought and paid for by Jesus Christ own blood and I am saved and forgiven. If I remember any more of the dastardly deeds I might have committed against any of you who are praying for me, I’ll be sure to let you know soon.
I can’t begin to count how many people there are praying for me. What a comfort that is and I am resting on the promise in this verse that prayer avails much. That word avails means useful or advantageous. Well I want all the advantage I can get and from the looks of things I getting a lot of advantage. That means a lot to me. Thank you.
Here is my prayer:
Lord, be my physician, my Jehovah-Rapha, “The Lord Who Heals.” Lord I ask you not to just guide the doctors hands but be his eyes, be his mind. Let your hands slip into his as gloves. And Father, when I am in bed being taking care of by all the many nurses and helpers, let me ask them how I can pray for them and then tell them how they need Jesus more than any thing they could ask for.