by Marcy Wehrman
So, I had surgery a couple weeks ago, as I know a few others of you have recently also. It was relatively minor and uncomplicated, and my recovery has been pretty great thus far. However, the one unanticipated element in the whole process was that the problem wasn’t actually the problem. What I mean by that is, what I (and the doctor) thought was going on internally was not what was going on. The true diagnosis could only be discovered through surgery. It wouldn’t have shown up on an ultrasound or been discovered in bloodwork or with an x-ray. Thankfully, the surgeon was able to diagnose and treat the problem all at the same time, and it is anticipated that it will not cause me pain anymore.
This is how it is with God, and us, and what we think our “problems” are. We come to him with things that are going wrong in our lives. We have pain – physical, emotional, or otherwise – and we ask God to help. “Fix it, Jesus” is my mantra of late. We want relief because the alternative is to continue to be in pain. What we don’t want is surgery. We just want to tell God what we think the problem is and have him heal it, fix it, change it, relieve it. We don’t want him to open our hearts wide and see what’s really going on in there. That requires cutting and bleeding and stitching and THEN healing.
Do we want God’s diagnosis? Or would we rather him treat an issue that isn’t really the issue. Here’s what I mean:
“God, my daughter’s grades are terrible. Help her to be more motivated and to try harder.”
If you allowed God to diagnose, he might tell you that the issue is actually your pride.
“God, if I could just make a little more money per paycheck, things wouldn’t be so tight all the time.”
If you allowed God to diagnose, he might tell you that the issue is actually your lack of trust in him to provide everything you need.
“God, I’m so tired all the time. Could you please give me supernatural energy to make it through the rest of the week?”
If you allowed God to diagnose, he might tell you that the issue is actually that you’re overcommitted and need to start prioritizing the truly important things and let go of the rest.
We trust auto mechanics to diagnose and fix our vehicles. We trust counselors to diagnose and fix what’s troubling us emotionally. We trust veterinarians to diagnose and fix what’s wrong with our animals. We trust doctors to diagnose and fix our medical ailments. Why, then, would we not implicitly trust our loving, compassionate, faithful Father to diagnose and fix what’s broken in our hearts and souls? Why do we assume we know ourselves better than he does?
Are you willing to lay your heart bare and truly be healed of those things that are causing you grief and pain? Or would you rather continue to stick a Band-Aid on them and hope they don’t get worse? The Band-Aids will work for a little while, but you’ll go through boxes and boxes of them. Holy surgery, though significantly more painful temporarily, provides lasting healing and wholeness.
I know which one I’d pick.