The billboard words convinced me that if I ever need a new hip (I don’t), that’s the medical facility and doctors I’d want to do the surgery.
They give me hope.
They don’t just tell me the surgery would go well…
They tell me that good things will happen after the surgery.
They paint a picture of how much better my life could be if I turn my pain and suffering over to them.
Here’s what surprised me about my “sign-me-up-now” reaction if I ever have hip problems…
I don’t know anything about the kind of work the hospital does…
Haven’t talked to anybody who has had a hip replacement there…
Don’t know anything about their success rate.
And yet, I feel I can trust them, and if necessary, would pick up the phone and call them for an appointment if I needed a new hip.
The irony captures my attention.
My God Who Loves Me Most…
the One who would rather die for me than live without me…
the God who has answered my prayers, shown me miracles, and painted a thousand pictures for me in His Book about how He wants to bless my life with Peace, Hope, and Joy…
He gets my “worry prayers.”
You know, those ones that tell Him I’m worried about leaving my real pain and hurts and worries with Him. Thinking I still need to do something to help Him out.
Those prayers that I leave at his feet and then I turn around and keep worrying about the situation.
In a letter to other Christians who “believe all the right things and still live the wrong way,” James tells them/us to “Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves.”
I’m one of those who worries my prayers.
If I had a hip problem, I’d be ready to put my pain in the hands of a specific medical facility because of seven words I saw on a billboard while driving down Interstate 694.
But I leave, take back, worry…leave, take back, worry…leave, take back, worry…
when bringing my real pains and hurts to The One True God.
I am so glad that God still lets me keep coming back.
He never becomes impatient with me.
He’s always there…waiting to hear my worry prayers and my faith-filled prayers.
Thank you, God, for being a really Big God.
Thank you for promising much, much, much bigger things than a hiking schedule after hip surgery.
Thank you for meeting me right where I am at.
Thank you…that no matter how big my worries are…
YOU will always do exactly what you have promised.
YOU will always answer my prayers.