“Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint…,” (Psalm 64:1a, NASB).
I went to the doctor with some complaints, and he scheduled me for a gastroscopy tomorrow. For this procedure, I’ll be under twilight sedation and the doctor will use a scope to look at my esophagus and into my stomach. Fun times! The doctor wants to see what is going on down there, why I’m having some problems (such as feeling like I have a pill stuck in my throat). I’m not looking forward to this, but I’m happy that I’ll be asleep when it happens.
When I bring my complaints to God, I don’t like it when He starts probing deeply, either. I like being in control, planning things, knowing what is coming next. Unfortunately, I don’t get to sleep through God’s examination. Although I know it’s for my good, facing things that I’ve stuffed down inside is usually a painful process. Thankfully, the Great Physician uses perfect technique when doing His probing, and His prescription for healing is always what is best for me.
I appreciate your prayers as I go to the hospital tomorrow (at 7:45 a.m.)—prayers for wisdom and guidance for the doctor, and for peace for me. I know that I am in God’s hands, and that none of this is a surprise to Him. But I’m still apprehensive. The doctor suspects that I have esophagitis, caused by acid reflux. Esophagitis is an inflamed esophagus. Or, if the damage has been continuous, a narrowed esophagus caused by scar tissue. The doctor suspects that I have the latter, called a stricture, which would need to be stretched. If that is the case, the stretching will be done tomorrow, when he does the scope.
Sounds like I’ll have a bear of a sore throat, doesn’t it? Well, doc says I will not. Please pray that I don’t! I do much reading to my children as part of our homeschooling routine, so I need my voice intact. Of course, God knows that I need my voice, and He’s already on the other side of tomorrow, so I know that He will take care of me.
Still, I covet your prayers. :-)