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When everything seems to hurt, can I trust Jesus?

A Commentary by Constance Vanides

There I sat on a comfortable lounge-type examining chair, bare feet exposed to yet another doctor specialist in my life, a podiatrist.

This time it was a painful toe which prevented me from walking with ease. “This ‘mallet toe’ needs a small incision to get it straightened to its normal position,” the podiatrist announced. “You’ll have to be off your feet for a while while it heals.”

“I have too much to do to be off my feet!” I thought to myself. To the doctor I said, “I’ll have to take care of other health issues first.” With a little “mole skin” padding stuck to the tip of the paining toe, I was able temporarily to put off for a while what seemed to be the inevitable.

This was more than a pain in the toe to me. It was a “pain-in-the-neck,” just one more thing I had to deal with in order to feel better!

I managed a slightly easier hobble back to the car where I sat and moped, feeling more like Job than a “righteous one” who had been healed by the stripes of Jesus and His promise to us. I needed to be reminded once again:

“…who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness—by whose stripes you were healed.”
(1 Peter 2:24)

It was then the Holy Spirit spoke these inward words:

I am from the beginning.
Before anything was, I Am.
I brought the world into existence
from the void.
From nothing I created all things
to bring this moment
of realization to you.
Whatever you have
and see before you,
I am here to remind you
of My constant love and care for you.
I will bring you through these things.
I only ask that you trust in Me and believe.
As I was in the beginning in creation,
so I will continue to do a new thing in you
that you may give Me all the honor.

Ask yourself, along with me, “Can I trust Jesus and believe He will be there for me no matter what I am going through?”

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