I’m Floored

At how good God truly is! Since I was a little girl I’ve dealt with what I believe is IBS. It’s basically for me where my mind is connected to my bowels. (Which is true for us all) But when trouble comes, I feel it in my gut. Others may hyperventilate or freeze up or run the other way. For me, stress means pain like none other in my gut. The attacks have been more often lately, along with gallbladder stones, my doctor agreed it’s time for a colonoscopy.

Today was the day for the colonoscopy. I got to the hospital and did the things necessary to have the procedure. I was nervous once I got there and put on my my beautiful, stylish hospital gown. I kept imagining that they would come in afterward with bad news of cancer or biopsies to find cancer. These thoughts had me quite nervous.

The doctor came in to talk with me before I was to go back and bare all. (Because let’s face it, that in itself will make ya nervous.) He asked my medical history. You’re medical history can tell a lot about the kind of life you’ve lived…so here we go is all I’m thinking. I told him of what surgeries and procedures I had done in the past. He says, anything else? I tell him that I had two abortions in my younger years. This is not an easy thing to say. He can tell even with a mask on my face. I then tell him I cannot or try not to have any pain medications as I was an addict in my former life and any time I take pain meds, opiates, the addictive thoughts just start right up. I mean, I can take them if absolutely necessary but it’s not easy to do and the risk is great.

By this time the dr has a good idea of my former life. He asks me how long ago since I was addicted and what did I do to get clean. Twelves years, I say and I point upward and said, I got saved. He said, I had a feeling you were a believer, I am too. I can see the glimmer of a smile in his eyes above his mask. He goes on to tell me that he grew up religious, he puts his fingers in the air to make the quote signs to go around the word religious. He said he got himself into some financial trouble to the point where the courts were involved. He says he’s always been a type A personality who could always climb out of any mess he got himself into but this mess left him with his back against the wall. That is where God found him.

He says you seem so nervous would you like me to pray with you? He took my hand and squeezed tight and prayed. He prayed for peace that passes all understanding. He prayed and thanked God for me. He told God, I’m sure I can do this procedure in my sleep, but God, Amy doesn’t know that, she’s never been through something like this. Give me wisdom to be the best I can be for her. And Father, Amy has shared her regrets with me today, let know that you have forgiven her and that she doesn’t have to feel shame for the past.  I can see your blood all over her.

Tell me God isn’t real. Tell me he’s too busy for colonoscopies and everyday procedures. Tell me he’s left this world and no longer cares about man’s destruction….because if you do, I will point you back to this day and loving kindness of a scientist who, statistically shouldn’t believe, that does!

So y’all…the results came good. No problems down yonder. Maybe that prayer healed me before I even went in!