Test results that fell through the cracks and a five-hour bone scan followed by a diagnosis I didn’t want to hear overwhelmed me.“God, haven’t I had enough?”
Then while a doctor in full surgical garb inserted a PICC line into my right brachial artery, I heard myself boldly witnessing to God’s grace in my life. “I wouldn’t go back to the morning before my accident, not even to walk.”
Later an RN began infusing the first of 21 doses of antibiotics. She remembered me from my first visit in that clinic a year before and as we talked, God filled my emptiness with His grace. He healed my broken heart with His love. He lifted me out of the miry clay and set my feet on solid ground.
The focus of my anger changed. Doctors and nurses, technicians and friends, were not the evil one. God refreshed my soul and strengthened me for the battles to come. And there will be more battles, but He is on my side.
“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us…. What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Romans 8:18, 31).
In Christ Alone,
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