Our Father has a sense of humor. Even with colonoscopies.
It was the dreaded 10-year purge by puke-worthy prep liquid ritual of aging.
D Day – 2: give up my beloved fruits and vegetables. I started to feel ‘OTHER’ when I dined with my colleagues at school.
D Day – 1: no food after 11:59 am. I stayed in my classroom during ‘lunch’ so I wouldn’t have to WATCH my colleagues enjoy their food. Pity party continued all afternoon. Got home and endured my Purge Cocktail. Happily chugged 32 ounces of water right afterward as directed. Looked forward to warming some vegetable broth (I’m vegan for 18 out of 21 meals a week) to nurse AFTER that my ordeal. Only to find out that the reason they restrict one to chicken broth is that it’s LIGHT colored and my veg broth is DARK. And dark colors are ‘verboten’. Nothing but peppermint tea for me rest of evening. Meanwhile, Mike enjoyed his dinner. And wine.
D Day – my only consolation for the double horror of round 2 of the prep liquid is that ‘At least I won’t have to do this for another 10 years!’. Famous last words.
Matthew 6:25-27 Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
Once my morning beverage was behind me, the ‘what ifs’ taunted me. I listened for a while:
- The doctor who was to do the procedure had told me that he lived in Asheville and commuted the 45-50 minutes to my local hospital. ‘What if he is sick? or has car trouble? or there is traffic? If he can’t make it in, they’d have to RESCHEDULE me! And I’ll have to drink that stuff all over again!’
I fought that fear with facts about God’s providence and control over every single molecule in the universe.
The worry gremlins probed again:
- ‘What if there is a tree that has fallen down in the middle of the night, after all that rain?. It might block our egress off of the mountain onto the 4-lane to the hospital?’
Again, by faith I reminded myself of who God was, meditating on His command: Be still and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10) Whew! Once down the hill, I thanked our good God.
We arrived at the hospital on time at 7:15. All went well. The staff was friendly and competent. The doctor poked his head into the prep room to greet both of us. The procedure went well from my point of view. Quicker than both Mike and I expected I was wheeled back into the prep room.
Then the ‘bombshell’. “You weren’t cleaned out enough. I could not complete the scope. I’m afraid we’ll have to reschedule you. Soon.”
Rats and double rats! That’s putting it mildly. I responded to the gastrointestinal expert with something a little more reflective of how I actually felt. I had not anticipated this possibility. In fact, I had not even WORRIED through this scenario.
As Mike and I were driving back up the mountain lane to our house, I contemplated yet another round of this ‘hardship’. Suddenly I saw the absolute futility of worrying about possible negative outcomes. A chuckle escaped. Mike looked over at me in the passenger seat, eyebrows raised. I explained:
“Michael, you and I worry about different things. But worry is worry, no matter what flavor. I suddenly see that I wasted energy angsting over what might occur to cause me to have to go through that awful prep, all over again. I think God is showing me that I cannot predict anything, so why should I bother mucking around in possible negative futures? He’s sovereign, one way or another. Better just to relax and trust Him. Usually what I worry about never even comes to pass. And if He has an event planned for me, then He will provide the grace to enable me to live through it. Today, apparently, was more TRAINING that I needed. He’s trying to teach me NOT to worry, but to rely on Him.”
Mike nodded in agreement. He recognizes that each day contains these kinds of lesson plans. Part of God’s daily spiritual ‘workouts’ to make us more like our Big Brother, Jesus.
But do you know what? There’s a happy corollary to this pattern of God’s, His unpredictability in some things. He has unimaginably good and joyful plans for us, too:
1 Cor 2:9 (NLT) That is what the Scriptures mean when they say, “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.”
So….what did I learn from this to-be-repeated unpleasantness? Simply that there is absolutely NO good reason to worry. May God help me remember that!
Apr 30, 2018 @ 15:21:59
http://www.miamiherald.com/living/liv-columns-blogs/dave-barry/article1928847.html Dave Barry’s Adventure in Colons is great for perspective. My own experience with being so grown up I needed this procedure: marveling at medical science, observing my suffering without any worry attached to it but seeing it as an interesting experience. I had a happier “ending” in that the doc said I had a beautiful internal organ. #happiness You’ll do great next time! Meanwhile, observing yourself as you cavort through the inevitable is a worthwhile experience.
Apr 30, 2018 @ 15:57:50
That is a keeper! Thank you for the humor. And I’ll let you know how the next one goes. 9 May.