Waiting is the hard part, I think (I hope!)..and yet the wait is not so long and that too is stressful. Never having had any major surgery, I am anxious about managing the aftermath. Everybody has a story about someone else who has had it...even people who have had a hysterectomy themselves...all encouraging, all hopeful, all reassuring, all supportive...and yet...and yet. They all know, I suppose, that things could go wrong. They all hope and pray, like me, and for me, that they won't.
So...this is one of those days where the repeated reading of the Gospels comes in handy...those little aphorisms, hidden prayers, that spring to mind because we've read or heard them before so many times. They're background music. How brilliant the stories are in echoing our trials, tribulations,pain and sorrows, fears and sadness, our need for salvation at every turn, on every level.
So..practical faith...in this case in the miracle of modern medicine..like that poor old doubting Thomas - who doesn't identify with him? - I say, "Lord, doctors, I believe...help my unbelief".
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