Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Surgery

Yesterday my 3-year-old son went to Wesley Hospital in Wichita and had a bunch of cavities fixed.

As far as surgeries go, it was pretty simple. Everything went fine. But even still, Mom and Dad were a tad anxious.

Surgery reminds you that life breaks down and needs repair. It whispers that you are mortal. Whenever the doctor says he needs to operate, does not God simultaneously perform a bit of soul surgery--probing and prodding the health of our relationship to Him?

Surgery directs my heart to the One who is eternal:

"I love you, O LORD, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is a rock, in whom I take refuge" (Psalm 18:1-2).

Under the knife, He is over us.

No comments: