"When John, who was in prison, heard about the deeds of the Messiah, he sent his disciples to ask him, “Are you the one who is to come, or should we expect someone else?” Jesus replied, “Go back and report to John what you hear and see: The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is proclaimed to the poor. Blessed is anyone who does not stumble on account of me.”
My daughter just started walking a few weeks ago! A whole new world (and a whole new level of destruction) has opened up to her. She'll be two in July, so we had been a bit anxious about her timing in terms of walking. I had even made a doctor's appointment for her to talk about why she wasn't walking. Given my own history (I have a mild case of cerebral palsy) I was prone to worry about this...a lot.
The week of her doctor's appointment the weather was amazing. So amazing that I had the motivation to get up early and take a couple walks around the block. I really enjoyed the time just to be alone, see the sunrise and to pray. A few days before the appointment I left the house to take my morning walk and I could feel fear pounding in every step I took. What if we hadn't caught something really seriously wrong with her early enough? What if she never walks?
I took these questions to God. He was gracious enough to remind of of John the Baptist's question to Jesus...and His response.
"Are you the Messiah, or should we expect someone else?"
Should I be expecting answers (really, salvation from my worries) from a doctor's appointment? From all the tests they could run, putting all my hope in a medical diagnosis when I have the Messiah to look to? The Messiah who said in reply:
"The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is proclaimed to the poor."
In the purple of the morning sunrise, I breathed a sigh of relief and held...really held...onto those words for the next few days, preparing myself for whatever may happen. Whether she walked or not, I knew my daughter was under the care of One who restores and gives life.
And wouldn't you know it...my daughter started walking the night before her doctor's appointment! I still took her and they still did xrays to make sure her legs and hips were developing properly, and everything came back normal.
I write this post as a praise and a remembrance for me...that the Messiah, no matter what happens, is enough. He heals, restores and brings good news. And just like John the Baptist experienced, He encourages us when we are in our own prisons and wondering what we should expect. I can trust Him.
I am thankful.