Just back from the hospital today and feeling utterly blessed and grateful.
I feel more blessed than the paralytic who was carried by four friends into the healing presence of Jesus (Mark 2:1-12).
I had more than four who carried me in prayer throughout the surgical procedure. That alone, I am truly blessed and grateful.
Today I am coming back to thank God for a successful surgery.
I don’t want to be numbered among the nine lepers who were healed and didn’t return to thank Jesus.
With grateful praise and deep adoration for the Lord, I wrote:
The Lord is my Surgeon. I have nothing to fear.
He wheels me to the operating theatre.
He leads the team of doctors and nurses.
He makes use of their skills and training to aid my healing.
He wants the restoration of health and wholeness to bring honour to His name.
Yes, even if it takes many hours under deep sedation, I will not be afraid of anything, because He is with me and for me.
His scalpel will make the right incision and precise excision.
He sees every area with His scope and targets His treatment.
His scalpel and scope they comfort me.
He prepares a table of nursing care, rehab support and dietary needs for my full and complete recovery. I have everything I need.
Surely, I will testify and give thanks for His goodness and mercy follow me all the days of my life.
Indeed I live in the presence of my Lord now and forevermore.
I called this, “The Surgeon Psalm.”