We were
out of town on a mission project staying in our camper at a nearby
campground. There was only one place in
the park to get internet, and I admit to using my magicphone only a couple of
times to check email.
Having
gotten the news that my biopsy results were “suspicious” and that surgery was
recommended, I’d had a few days for my mind to begin creating various scenarios
for the outcome. Of course I’d been
praying for healing, something instantaneous and undeniably God --something
that would eliminate the need for surgery.
Millions
of people live comfortable lives without their thyroids; in fact, six people in
my family have had thyroid surgery. None
of them had cancer. None of them had
suspicious biopsies. Surely mine won’t
be cancer.
Of all
the various scenarios I’d painted in my mind, the obvious first choice was to
be healed, next would be that the nodule would be benign (something they wouldn’t
know until after surgery and pathology reports) and no additional surgery
needed. The remaining possibilities were
nothing I really wanted to consider.
Praying
for healing. Praying for wisdom. Praying for healing. Praying for peace. Praying for healing.
Praying for guidance. Praying for healing. Praying for comfort. Praying for
healing. We both prayed for an answer,
for God to speak to us.
One
morning I awoke with the sun shining brightly through the camper window and the
lyrics of a song running through my mind “through it all, through it all, my eyes are
on You. Through it all, through it all, it is well...” an
awesome song from Bethel Music.
I smiled. That was the answer. I just needed to keep my eyes on Him through
this whole situation. And, I loved
another phrase from the song – “the waves and wind still know His Name.” He, the One who is Omnipotent, is all I need.
The
very next Sunday, we sang that song “It
Is Well” at church, something I would have known in advance if I’d checked my emails since Beth, our
worship arts pastor, posts the songs each week.
But God had known what the song would be. Tears flowed as I was engulfed by the words …..”through it all, through it
all, my eyes are on You and it is well with me.”
My
surgery is in the morning. Although
there won’t be sun shining brightly through the window at 5:30 when I leave for the
hospital, the words will shine through my anxiety.
My eyes are on You, through it all.
