Going Under The Knife

There is something about going under the knife that makes me think of mortality, death and the life hereafter…no matter how small the lump or bump being cut out.

I am always a bit conflicted in my thoughts…torn between the promises of eternal happiness and the thought that I’ve done nothing to deserve any of it. 

But I cling to the hope of an all merciful, all loving God who has always taken care of me…even back when I would not have given Him the time of day…that thought crushes me with gratitude, humility and lets me know everything will be OK. 

Dear Lord Jesus

Thank you for being who you are.

Even when it seems too far

that I will never make the par.

You always are my saving star.

Amen.