From my gurney, as I stared past my toes towards the swinging hospital doors, I took a deep breath, because I knew that I would emerge as a different person, someone discovering important lessons about life in a very short time period. I knew I would be joining the ranks of millions who walked this road before me. Also nagging my brain was that slim chance that I would NOT emerge, a thought which I quickly dismissed.
I would return from those doors as a new person, someone practically remade or reborn.
If you have ever had a medical procedure or episode, you may know exactly how I felt that day. However, I did not arrive at this realization until I was in my late twenties. Until that time, all things medical or surgical were merely parts of life, like renting an apartment or buying a car. This event was different.
When we think of it, each day that we are lucky enough to awaken, we are reborn. On Wednesday, we add an experience or just a day of life that makes us a slightly different person on the following Thursday.
The day we break our arm for the first time, we learn the consequences of careless bicycle riding.
Upon completion of our first day at work, we are full of ideas and questions which have never occurred to us.
After our tonsillectomy, we discover that we really don’t want the promised post-surgery ice cream.
Our first cognition of our belief in God brings us joy and strength we have yet to experience.
Every moment in time changes us, resurrects us, gives us a new opportunity. We must be ready. Whether the daily changes that face us are exhilarating or intimidating, we can face them best with God as our guide. Isaiah 41:10 says, …fear not, for I am with you, be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my victorious right hand.
On that icy February morning, so long ago, I was about to meet my son for the first time. As the gurney wheels rolled through the doors, I felt humbled by my prior ignorance of the experience of so many women before me.
I was afraid that I would not be the right kind of mother. I was a little terrified of the birth experience. I was SO EXCITED to find out the baby’s gender.
The difference in this medical experience and my prior experiences was that my husband and I were now the protectors of another human. It was our job to ensure that this child would grow up healthy in all ways. For that new role, we certainly needed God’s guidance.
In Matthew 28:19-20, Christ tells his doubting disciples to …make disciples of all nations…[because] I am with you always, to the close of the age. Surely, with His help, we can find strength for our daily resurrections.
Written by Becky
The 12:12 Project is sponsored by Katy First United Methodist Church.