by Sandra Allen Lovelace  @SandraALovelace  #WallflowerWomen  #TimetobeYOU!

Biopsy. The word shot terror up and down my spine. Questions about a rash had somehow fueled a suggestion about minor surgery . . . to include cutting me, with pain and blood likely.

Once my breathing settled, my mind raced to grasp what the doctor was saying. She told me steroid cream or a biopsy were the choices. Treating symptoms had only slowed the onslaught of the itchy red bumps. The biopsy made sense to identify the cause.

There’s no doubt cortisol was flooding my blood stream. Share on X

My go-to reaction in these situations is to go home and make my decision later. But I knew that would only lead to a return trip in the near future. The heart of the decision I needed to make stood there taunting me.

I have to give permission to let someone hurt me. Share on X

Anyone who’s experienced trauma understands the tension of that statement. The voice of common sense tells you the step is no big deal, reasonable in fact. Yet your body screams its warning of life-and-death danger ahead.

Maybe David knew the same internal conflict when he sought and found Yahweh’s provision and protection amidst continual threats and trials. The same God came in and granted me the confidence and peace I needed. He sustained me as I signed the medical form and underwent the procedure. How I praise His Name.

For in the day of trouble He [the LORD] will conceal me in His tabernacle;
In the secret place of His tent He will hide me;
He will lift me up on a rock.  Psalm 27:5*

What terrors pop up for you?
Be assured, Jesus sees and cares. He tends and He rescues.

The Almighty reigns,


*references are NASB, unless otherwise noted

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