Yesterday I got the news that my two-year-old grandson had been diagnosed with having pneumonia. It is a word that always strikes terror into my heart. Too often, in this age of antibiotics, we forget that pneumonia is a killer.
My great-grandfather died from pneumonia leaving my great-grandmother to raise five girls, between the ages of 2 and 12, alone. I was hospitalized with pneumonia at the tender age of three months. It was a pivotal point for my mother in regards to her relationship with God. As she watched me struggle to breathe, she cried out to the God she had wandered away from and has never looked back.
Then there was my own son's battle with pneumonia. I remember carrying him through the snow from the bus stop after he had been diagnosed. While he was never hospitalized, I remember crying out to God amidst the wheezing of my little boy.
I remembered the words my own pediatrician had told my mother so long ago when she told him that she believed in divine healing. He said, "Doctors can set a broken bone but only God can mend it." Young as I was when I heard his response, it made a lasting impact on me. Whether we recover by means of the amazing systems God designed and created or whether it is the result of divine intervention at that moment, it is God and God alone who heals.
The thing is, I do not only trust God in regards to healing. I trust Him to help me make decisions. I trust Him to provide what I need, when I need it, daily. I trust Him to be with me. I trust Him to give me strength when I am weak. I trust Him to teach me. I trust Him to heal relationships. I trust Him to be with me when I am lonely or afraid. In other words, I trust Him in all areas of my life.
This is not to say that I never cry out to God or struggle with fear and doubt. I do but then I remember, I can trust God no matter what! No matter how "dark it is, I can trust in Jesus...and so can you.