[Today’s post is the continuation of Words Without Knowledge, Part 1.]
On Tuesday the orthopedic physician called while we were in the middle of our homeschool co-op classes. Part of me wanted to ignore the call. Surrounded by chatting mothers and children going to classes, I braced myself for the diagnosis:
* No arthritis in either knee.
* No OCD. The holes were there, however C’s cartilage was intact and covered the holes. This meant his bones had not fully developed and would fill in as he grew.
The doctor’s words left me speechless–for a minute.
I asked the physician to repeat himself multiple times to hear the words “no arthritis, no OCD” again. When I asked, “So, you have no clue now?” His answer: “I still think it’s rheumatoid and you need to go back to the rheumatoid doctor.” To which I replied, “He said it was OCD and it was your area.” He continued to stress there was no reason to come back because C did not have OCD or arthritis.
When the pediatrician called the following day, I asked why C had been unable to walk and now was fine. “He is doing good and that’s what is important. The MRIs are the definitive last word,” she said. “C saw the best rheumatologist in the state and he did not think it was arthritis. He went to the best orthopedic group and they said it was not OCD. So, let’s go with this. He is fine.”
To God be all the glory and praise. Can I explain it? No, in fact the doctors can’t either. C’s pediatrician said we may never see the symptoms again…or it could happen next week.
In one month C went from debilitating pain to walking, running, playing, and going way too fast up and down stairs. God did it all. I have ‘words without knowledge’ and do not dare to explain it. All I can say is God did it–He gets the glory. Everyone prayed, but this was His hand at work, not ours. I pray this chapter of C’s journey is over but, should we face it again, the Lord will still be in control.
Why did C go through this? I don’t know, but as the weeks progressed I prayed the Lord would open my eyes to divine appointments. I wish I could say I shared the Gospel in various doctor’s offices. Truthfully, most of the time was spent fighting back tears thinking about what C could be facing.
The day C had the MRIs a radiologist went out of her way to engage him in conversation and keep the mood upbeat. C told her in six-year-old conquer-the-world-style how he played soccer. As I sat half-heartedly listening, the Holy Spirit whispered, “talk to her.”
Her son was six and had just started soccer too. More than soccer, he wanted to play football, but she did not know of a league for young boys. Sharing about our church’s Upward sports program, which includes flag football, I discovered we live in the same area. Having not heard of Upward before, she seemed excited to find out more. (Upward sports events usually include a Christian witness or testimony during the half-time.)
All of this for her? Maybe. I don’t know. I do know meeting her was a divine appointment. I pray I meet her again.
Jesus died and rose again so we can have eternal life with Him–a new birth. That is the greatest miracle of all. Let’s not limit Him or try to use words to explain away His hand in our lives. Jesus heals. Sometimes the answer is good like this one; sometimes He answers with silence amidst our tears. Either way, He is God. Our prayers matter–He hears them. He uses each of us–our prayers and encouragement in ways beyond our comprehension. Even when things surpass human reasoning, let us recognize our feebleness, our words without knowledge, and give all the glory and worship to Him alone. He is Yahweh, Sovereign Lord of all–and I lift my hands in praise to Him for all He has done.
Taken minutes after the physician called with the good news. I had not told him yet, but he already knew he was healed. Running, jumping, and feet in mid-flight. My favorite picture. Ever.