For sometime, I have had a bad right knee, which has needed an operation. As I was approaching that ultimate end, I was praying for a miracle that my knee would heal, so that I would not need that operation. Well, I have now had my operation. The next day, when the doctor came and got me up to take my first step on a walker, I cried as I realized that the operation was the miracle.
This struck
me immediately and powerfully as, for the first time in 18 months, I could take
a step without the pain that had been with me for all that time, and was getting
worse. I knew it was the amazing care
and skills of doctors, nurses and chaplaincy team that was the medium for my miracle. I thank them and just think they are all just
amazing people, heroes.
All along,
my journey with my knee has been a spiritual journey. I know that God has been with me through it
all, and remains with me. All along, I
aimed never to complain, reminding myself that I am not suffering in Gaza and praying
for all those suffering so terribly in war and conflict throughout our world. God has been and is my constant companion,
transforming my suffering until the end through an operation. God had gotten me through each day that I
faced with my painful knee. Together, we
journeyed. I would plan each day with
God and then, at the end of that day, I would thank God for getting me through
it. We had done it together.
I knew I was
not alone. God always provided such good
and kind people to be with me each day. You
were part of the miracle. I am thankful
for your prayers and support. I made it,
but not alone, as I made it with God and with all the people who have been part
of this journey.
Thus, I
experienced that suffering is transformative.
The love of God, the companionship of God transforms us, as we are in
communion, together as members of the Body of Christ. This is true.
Miracles do happen. I experienced
one. They just do not necessarily happen
as we predict or want.
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