Dear weary mama,
I’ve never actually surgery. No broken bones. No dislocations. No organs in need of attention or muscles in need in of repair. While my physical body hasn’t needed too much medical attention, I have had a better surgery – in fact, several better surgeries. And, I stand to need many more.
Consider this – inasmuch as our physical bodies may need surgical attention and repair by a doctor, our spirits stand in need all the more of being redeemed by our Great Physician and Savior.
In the gospels, Jesus points out to his own disciples and to the critical Pharisees saying, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.” (Matthew 9:12) Mama, we are all sick. Sin sick. All in need of surgical spiritual repair only doable by our loving Father, the Great Physician.
Don’t think for a moment you are alone:
in carrying the heavy burdens of misplaced affections,
false beliefs of yourself,
or just the overwhelm of trying to carry the days all alone.
You are in good company – the world is full of mamas who are weary, broken, stained, burdened, and sinful in need of God’s careful scalpel of rescue and redemption.
Since all sin and fall short of the glory of God (Romans 5:8 ??), we are all candidates for spiritual surgery. A whole lifetime of them on this side of heaven. The good news is this is a good surgery, a better surgery because it renders us that much closer to living the abundant life Jesus desires for us (John 10:10)
Maybe you don’t realize your need for surgery at all.
Maybe you feel the hurt, the weight, the sting of your brokenness and desire nothing more than relief.
Maybe your weighty backpack of burdens feels so familiar, you have forgotten it’s not really yours to carry. You’ve forgotten there is One much more capable and strong.
The good news is Jesus came for you. Jesus is for you. Jesus knows your need – the same need he held up before the disciples and Pharisees centuries ago. Jesus goes to great lengths to carefully remove the weights from our backs, the scales from our eyes, and the lies from our hearts. Maybe pause for a moment before reading on and reread the last sentence as a prayer.
Jesus, show me the weights on my back, the scales on my eyes, or the lies I’m believing in my heart keeping me at a distance from you and from who you’ve made me to be.
Now, come. Come, friend, whether tiptoeing or racing to the surgical table of the Lord.
As you come, here are five things I’ve learned are necessary from my most recent spiritual surgery. I pray these are helpful as you scrub in….
- Silence. Hearing God’s tender voice requires we keep all the other competing noise at bay. This may mean waking up super early or setting aside a quiet Sabbath afternoon just to hear him speak to your heart.
- Surrender. If we believe God is good and is for us, if we believe his purposes are trustworthy, we can lay confidently on the operating table trusting he has the perfect procedure for us. This may mean we have to ask the Holy Spirit for help to trust him as he works. (Mark 9:24)
- Stillness. Keeping still allows God room to work on our behalf. One of my favorite verses in the Old Testament is Exodus 14:14 which says, “The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”
- Scalpel. A scalpel is defined as a small, extremely sharp bladed instrument used for surgery. Though we may think we know the specific areas needing spiritual surgery, God knows the exact instruments, timing, and areas needing his precise attention. This means we must be willing to lay our everything on the operating table.
- Scripture. “For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.” (Hebrews 4:12) This means scripture is God’s chosen tool to communicate his ways, his heart, his truth and his rescue to his people throughout all generations and we must look solely and directly into it for spiritual change and wisdom.
My last spiritual surgery came without much preparation. There was no metaphorical packing of my bags or taking pre-meds to be ready. No schedule ahead of time. But, the kindness of the Lord led me into silence, surrender, and stillness…. He tenderly took me under his precise yet gentle scalpel of his Scriptures… He performed yet another sweet surgery to shaky soul.
Weary mama, I pray you now confidently and boldly approach the his throne of grace, confessing your need, and lay expectantly upon his operating table of steadfast love.
Trusting in his care for you,