For those of you that read my Broken Clay Pot here in this blog will understand why this morning is a humbling morning for me.
My son Darryl had heart surgery this morning. It was something that was decided yesterday late after seeing his heart Doctor and the scheduled the surgery for today. It was too far for me to go and the new procedure was going to make the surgery possible without going in his chest.
They go up through the vein in his groin to his heart and patch the hole and he will be able to go home today. The miracles of modern medicine.
I was up a lot last night praying and just thinking about my son. The other son Chris that lives here had made the 5 hour trip yesterday just to be there when Darryl saw the specialist. He of course decided to stay when they decided on surgery today. I waited and waited this morning for word of Darryl. That word came about 9:15........
No hole, the hole that was on the scan yesterday was not there this morning. The Dr had no answer for Darryl, he had no idea why the hole was gone and in medical terms they called it a medical misunderstanding or something like that....... What ever that means. They looked and looked while they were in there and just could not find the hole.
We know where the hole went, we know the God that spoke and healed that heart in an instant in the twinkling of an eye. We know.
While standing at the sink a bit ago and washing some dishes and thanking the Lord for the great thing HE has done, the Lord spoke. "I will continue to heal his heart" was what burst forth into my spirit man. I knew in an instant that it was my Father God and I knew in an instant what HE was saying.
I am humble this morning. When we give over to grief and futility of effort in prayer, HE does not and HE is faithful. I will take what the Father spoke to my heart this morning and I will watch the horizon for my son.........
Peace of mind should not be an objective of life. More often than not, peace of m ind leads to a state of peace without mind. There are causes that should call us; there are cries of help that should move us; there are people who need us; there are conditions that demand us. Floating around in one's own tub of butter should not be a goal for an intelligent life. Let us find tranquility in the doing, not in the being.