Trust Me

Trust Me . . .

A meditation for Lent

It began with a ruptured appendix and massive infection that invaded my abdominal cavity.  After the third surgery I was finally released from the hospital with an assortment of cautions and restrictions.

I’d been blessed with a caring surgeon who was both skilled and congenial, and at one of my follow-up checkups, he greeted me with “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m having a little trouble sleeping, but otherwise I’m doing great,” I replied.

“I’ll give you a prescription for that,” he said, as he checked my incision.

I groaned.  “You know me and medications,” I argued.

“Yes, I know you and medications,” he said, remembering that I don’t like taking anything that isn’t absolutely necessary, “and you and I are going to have a little talk about that.”

After he had changed the dressing on my incision, he took me by the arm and said, “Sharon, I really care about what happens to you.  You’ve been a very sick lady, and you need your rest if you’re going to beat this infection.  I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that wouldn’t be good for you.  Trust me.”

A few nights later as I lay in bed worrying about something minor, as I am so prone to do (the sleeping pill hadn’t yet kicked in), it was as though God, echoing the words of my surgeon, spoke to me.  It wasn’t an audible voice, but the message was clear.

“Sharon,” He said, “I care about you, and I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that wouldn’t be good for you.  Trust me.”

If God, who loved me enough to die for me, asks me to do something, who am I to argue?

Copyright © Sharon Sheppard