Two doctors, our primary physician and an ENT specialist/surgeon, were concerned about the lump in my neck—concerned enough to set up a complete removal of the lump in the O.R. under a general anesthetic as soon as possible, which turned out to be on December 24th. After that scheduling was in place, there was even more concern when these doctors learned that I also had another lump in a thigh—and that I’d had a malignant melanoma removed in 2006. before we moved down to Southern Wisconsin. The ENT surgeon agreed to remove the thigh lump as well.
With all of this concern, I had total peace. Had the lumps been on one of my loved ones, I would have sorrowed and prayed for healing (if that were God’s will) as well as for the presence of the Lord Jesus to be especially manifested in that person’s life. But I never pray for “healing” for my own (several!) health issues, and I do not sorrow because of them. My body as well as soul are committed to the Lord and whatever happens to me is completely in His hands. I want His will in all events, and I know that His will is perfect.
Obviously, illness and ”death” are according to God’s plan—as well as thriving health and a continuation of life on earth—when “death” means an entrance into the incredibly wonderful Eternity with the Lord. In His Word God has said, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.” Psalm 116:15 (NKJV)
Rather than praying for healing, I always pray that the Lord Jesus will be magnified and glorified in my life and my death—in health or illness. I love life on this earth, and I certainly am not in a hurry to move on—yet that time has been established in Eternity Past. I desire to rejoice when it comes.
Meanwhile, I went through the surgical preparations which included a thorough physical, a CT scan, and a stress test (already scheduled for me due to another health issue). Joe and I checked in for my surgery, and I anticipated getting the whole thing over. Another pre-surgery prayer which I’d consistently offered was this: that I’d be able to attend the Christmas Eve service at our church. But since my surgery was set for around noon on the 24th, I’d resigned myself to probably being a bit “out of it” for the 5:00 p. m. church service.
Just before the IV was to go into my wrist, the surgeon stopped to do a final inspection which would include marking the surgical site with his pen. Perhaps you have already gleaned the miracle. The surgeon probed, squeezed, and checked my neck for several minutes—and finally he concluded, “The lump is gone!”
What a lot of laughter and rejoicing took place in the pre-op room. Two nurses and an extra surgeon were on hand with Joe and me, and the mass concensus was that indeed this was a Christmas miracle! Later I did attend the Christmas Eve service with Joe. Friends were surprised to see me there, as they had been praying about the surgery. Joe eagerly share the news about our miracle, and there was more rejoicing!
Miracle? Yes, but isn’t all of life exactly that? What is more of a miracle than the fact that God took on human flesh, and was born as a helpless baby in a humble stable? What is more of a miracle than the blood which Christ shed for our sins, at Calvary—and the magnificent victory of the empty tomb. We serve a Risen Lord, a Lord of miracles!
There is still a thigh lump to be removed. Since that’s not in a dangerous place for surgery, the thigh lump will be removed in a normal clinic setting. Yes, I have peace about that one as well. No, I am not praying for it’s disappearance—or for healing in the event that it would be malignant. Yes, my prayerful desire is that the Lord Jesus will be glorified in whatever lies ahead!
Margaret L. Been, 2012
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