December 27, 2020
Last Tuesday, Dec. 22, I had surgery on both my hands and fingers to hopefully correct a problem I had been having for over three years. It had gotten worse over time, with both pain and numbness, to the point my doctors said I had at most 10% feeling and usefulness in each hand.
So last Tuesday I made a simple prayer request on FB to my friends that the surgery would be successful.
I got out of surgery around 5:00 p.m. but by the time I had to wait a mandatory one hour in recovery, it was around 6:30 p.m. before I got home from the hospital.
My doctor told me before I had the surgery that he was not sure that the pain would go away but said he was sure that the functionality of both hands and fingers should recover completely within about three weeks. He told me he had to have the same surgery I was having a few years earlier as he was dropping things, had little feelings in both hands, etc.
By the time I got home from the hospital and ate a hot bowl of soup (I had eaten nothing for the previous 27 hours), I could already tell my hands were not hurting as bad as previously, and I did not drop my spoon, as I often did. I went to bed very optimistically.
The next morning I woke up early, as usual, went to the kitchen, and made a pot of coffee. After drinking my coffee, I ate a large bowl of cereal. It was a fine meal for me. Then I did my usual next step after eating lightly in preparation for taking my morning medicines. I began my morning devotional. First, I read my Bible awhile, then some online devotionals I subscribe to.
For my Bible reading, I wanted to read about something with wisdom, perhaps from the Proverbs or something from Solomon. I did, as usual, I stuck my thumbnail into the edges of the pages and usually always got right to the book I wanted to read from or maybe one book on either side. Not so that morning. I sought to read Proverbs but opened to Sirach. Actually, my eyes perfectly focused on Sirach, chapter 38, and verse one.
The opening verse, although I had read it before, seemed to leap off the page to my brain. It was about doctors.
I’m sure you know this already but our Lord is a healer. He can and does every kind of healing. Sometimes miraculously, right on the spot, but at other times some action is taken on our part. Remember when Jesus spit on the ground and made mud and put the mud on a blind man’s eyes? He told the man to go wash the mud off in the pool of Siloam. Once he told a crippled man to take up his bed and walk. Then he told a man with a withered arm to stretch forth his withered hand. All of those events and countless others worked.
But Jesus believed in doctors too. Luke was a doctor. And still today Jesus uses doctors, medicines, etc. to bring healing.
Back to Sirach: 38: 1-4. “Honor the physician with honor due him, for the Lord created him; for healing comes from the Most High, and he will receive a gift from the king. The skill of the physician lifts us his head, and in the presence of great men, he is admired. The Lord created medicines from the earth…
One should read the entire chapter to get the most out of it.
But the point that filled my soul that Wednesday morning as I felt so much better, was/is that our Lord uses all manner of ways to heal us.
Sandra and I left early Thursday to spend time in Lowell, AR to be with our son John, and his wonderful wife Jennifer and our grandson, Jake. Jay was out of town, but he called us on video so we could talk to and see him.
We’ll be returning to Longview, Texas, early Monday morning. It has been a wonderful vacation.
But to my main point of this post: Sunday morning I feel very little pain in my hands or fingers and so far I have dropped nothing. My doctor said it usually took about three weeks for the surgery to show full effects. So far, I am very pleased to see another of God’s miracles.
God bless you,
Spencer and Sandra Plumley