Learning to trust God in the small things, prepares us to trust Him in the big. It is best to find Him faithful in the smallest thing; so, that we will look for Him when the bigger challenges to our faith come along. That “big” thing, perhaps, for me was yet to come when I would be diagnosed with aggressive prostate cancer.
The Smallest Thing
It was somewhere in 1999 …ish. I sat at my computer attempting to work but finding it impossible because of a severe headache. I was informed later by an orthopedic doctor that I may have had a pinched nerve (a cervicogenic headache[?]. I don’t speak doc-eze!) that was probably the result of the way I slept or watched TV. Later I would have physical therapy to correct this but for now my right temple was throbbing to the drumbeat of my body at war. How I must have mistreated it! It mattered not that I did this to myself by not practicing correct posture. The persistent pain and my discomfort exceeded my tolerance for it and I began to call out for Jesus to be merciful. I was not swearing; I was praying. My fists were clinched in sympathy. My jaws quivered while the muscles of my face locked them in a tightening grip of agony, I begged Jesus to do something. And then suddenly, without any notice, I sneezed one violent, head whipping sneeze. My head was thrown forward. Tethered to my neck it snapped back. The pain was immediately cut down to a bearable level. That was for me an answer to a prayer! This is such a small “miracle” it probably doesn’t qualify for my attention, but the timing with my plea for God’s help should not go unnoticed.