“It’s March 1st; shave your legs.”
I ignored the still, small voice thinking God would not talk to me about personal hygiene.
I didn’t feel well. I figured it was pancreatitis. Before leaving for a meeting, David gave me a hot water bottle. It leaked all over. I took a bath…but ignored my legs.
I thought of it when the nurse came to shave my stomach for emergency gall bladder surgery.
“Could you start at my ankles and work your way up?”
She laughed and replied, “No.”
The verse that kept returning to me now made sense.
1 Kings 1:15, “…He was very old now, and Abishag was taking care of him…” NLT
God was telling me that someone else would be taking care of me and I would be weak in bed. When I finally made the connection, I relaxed and let everyone else take care of me.
I am now recuperating at home…staring at my hairy legs!
Dear Father God,
Thank you for caring about each tiny part of me. I know you have the hair on my head counted. You know what is ahead, and if I listen, you help me prepare. Thank you for sparing me from dealing with gangrene. Your timing is perfect.
In Jesus Name,
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