Waking with the heaviness of what was ahead of us on this day, I headed to my Quiet Place to prepare my heart for the waiting, the giving over of my husband to the surgeon’s hands, and once again giving my path to my sovereign God. This was the day for the parson’s eye surgery and I had dreaded it.
Turning to my Bible reading schedule, I found myself in Jeremiah 17:7,8. It reads,
It comes from taking in the Word of God; of renewing my mind in His truth, then obeying it. It is here that I exchange my fleshly thinking for His Life giving Word – the Living Water. All through the day, I needed to remind myself of what was true instead of the “what-if’s.”
When I look for others with whom we can share my faith, I am bearing fruit. When someone asked how I was doing, I had to acknowledge that I knew the Lord was good, and I was resting in Him. Giving testimony of God’s provision and faithfulness is another way to bear fruit. Sharing tracts with folks in the surgery center and others in the community that ask how he’s doing gives other opportunities for fruit bearing.
It is my duty to trust in the Lord. (Verse 7a) When fear strikes my heart, or sorrow overwhelms me, I must trust in the Lord. That means to run to Him; give Him my burden. I must cry to Him before I call others. Having seasons of prayer has been like the soaking rain in a drought; it’s refreshing, it’s calming, it’s welcoming.