Do Not Fear…

Earlier this year, I had surgery. I’ve mentioned a bit about my hysterectomy, but for the most part, my blog has been pretty quiet this summer while I recover. Now I’d like to share with you a bit about the day of my surgery. Not the technical details, rather how God gave me comfort and reassurance through a rather remarkable meeting.

IMG_2691[1]It’s not surprising that I was terribly nervous in the days leading up to my surgery date. When I asked for prayers on social media, a Facebook friend posted the reference Isaiah 41:10 & 13. The first verse I’m very familiar with, as it’s the verse that Mom wrote in the front of every Bible that she ever gave me. (Did Mom know me or what?) But I couldn’t remember what verse 13 said, so I looked it up.

“Do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be afraid, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you; I will help you;
I will hold on to you with My righteous right hand…

For I, Yahweh your God,
hold your right hand
and say to you: Do not fear,
I will help you.”

Isaiah 41:10 & 13 HCSB

When I read that verse, I nearly cried. The picture of God holding my hand and telling me not to be afraid because He would help me was exactly what I needed.

I repeated those verses to myself as I sat in the pre-op waiting room on the day of my hysterectomy. The nurse that came out and called my name looked familiar, and when she introduced herself I recognized her name right away. Turns out that she knew my grandparents from one of the churches that Grandpa had preached at. We chatted a bit about my grandparents and how they were doing as she helped prepare me for surgery. Seeing a familiar face calmed my nerves, and I’m convinced that it was just one more way that God was showing me that He would be with me through it all.

Eventually, I was wheeled into the operating room, and just before I fell asleep one of the nurses squeezed my hand and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you.” It reminded me so much of Isaiah 41:13, that the verse was the last thing on my mind as I drifted off.

My surgery went well. Recovery took a bit longer than I would have liked, but thankfully, was free of complications.

What I’ll always remember about the day that I had surgery is how God showed me that He really will be there beside me every step of the way.

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