When I was in the hospital one nurse thought I was around 38 years old. She was shocked when she saw my birthday.
I told her it was good genes which I inherited from my mother. When Mom arrived later I introduced the nurse to her…
“This is my mother, Margaret. She’s 95.”
The nurse and Mom both looked shocked. (Mom is somewhere in her 7th decade.)
I also inherited my gall bladder from Mom. She had hers removed, as did my grandmother, aunts, one sister, and one niece.
My other sister still has hers and I nagged her at the hospital to make an appointment for an ultrasound. I didn’t want her to wait until it was infected to seek treatment.
She called yesterday with good news and bad news. The good news is, they only found 1 stone. The bad news is, it is a big one! She called to get the name of my surgeon.
I told her I was glad she was having the surgery now and not waiting because she will not have as long of a recovery.
It’s like the parable of the Rich Man and Lazarus, see Luke 16:19-31. When the Rich Man died and went to Hell, he said…
“For I have five brothers, and I want him to warn them so they don’t end up in this place of torment,” Luke 16:28. NLT
We never suffer alone. God sees it and remembers it.
Psalms 132:1, “Lord, remember David and all that he suffered.” NLT
Lazarus was poor and covered with sores. He longed to eat the scraps from the Rich Man’s table. God remembered all of his suffering.
Luke 16:25, “But Abraham said to him, “Son, remember that during your lifetime you have everything you wanted, and Lazarus had nothing. So now he is here being comforted, and you are in anguish.” NLT
Dear Father God,
Thank you for my sister’s good report. Thank you for providing help as I continue to rebuild my strength. Thank you for sparing her from complications that led to a 5 week recovery. I know you are holding her and my suffering was not in vain.
In Jesus Name,
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