Getting your stitches out, and other lessons in trust….

by Debi Gerber Russell on Tuesday, November 15, 2011 at 12:24pm

I have a 14 year old boy. He’s the funniest child I know. Funny in that “hold your belly and laugh hard at his jokes” kind of way, and funny in that “I may wring your neck” kind of way. If you have a 14 year old boy, you know what I’m talking about. If not, quit judging. Anyway. this boy recently had a round trip to the walk-in clinic for stitches from a frisbee injury. When you are 14 it’s possible to injure yourself in any activity due to the high volume of throwing oneself with reckless abandon onto whatever surface happens to be beneath you. In the frisbee incident, it was asphalt and a dramatic catch. At any rate, on the way to school on a Tuesday morning, I was discussing the need to remove the stitches soon. Yes, they did need to come out. No, it wasn’t going to hurt. Yes, I was sure he had to go back to the walk-in for this procedure. No, it was not going to hurt. Yes, the doctor would make sure there was no infection. NO, it was not going to hurt. You get the idea.

At some point in this conversation, my tone changed from kind mom to impatient mom. I remember distinctly at one point saying, “For heavens sake! Just trust me. I don’t lie to you, do I? I’ve said it’s not going to hurt!”

Later that morning, as I was getting ready for work I felt God prompting me to reflect on that time with my son. I thought it was to remind me to be more patient. But then, just as clear as if He had spoken it to me, I knew. Knew what God wanted me to see. I’m just like my son with God. There are things I have to go through I’ve never gone through before. I worry about how badly it will hurt. I want to know exactly, in detail, what is going to happen. I ignore the words of His book, where it tells me not to fear, but to put all my trust in Him. I pester my husband and friends with my nagging fears, trying to get relief.

Unlike me in the story, however, God does not lose his patience when I doubt and fear. He does not explode in frustration. Instead He just remains faithful. Faithful to love me. Faithful to lead me. Faithful to give me providence for every need that arises. He’s good like that, our God. He does want me to learn though. So, graciously He gave me a 14 year old boy.

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