If you've read recent entries here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll know that I've discussed my health situation. And, our healthcare situation, here in the Province of Ontario, Canada.
Today, I'm going to discuss a little different concept. People.
Over the last 15 months, since I had my first (1st) of two (2) surgeries, and was hospitalized another time for 15 days, I've found that I have become rather weak. Physically, I mean.
Being told all this time, not to bend, stretch, lift, carry anything... not even a purse, life hasn't been easy. And, dealing with those involved in our medical system hasn't been easy, either.
Hey, I'm not just referring to the surgeons and my family physician. I'm referring to some people I had contact with, throughout this whole ordeal.
Like a doctor with a Muslim name, who refused to do the treatment that my surgeon had ordered.
Or, like a nurse who specialized in caring for some of the equipment my body was using, and who told me that it doesn't really matter to those in the medical profession, who lives and who does not. She said this, as she was repairing some equipment that wasn't working properly.
It makes me wonder who and how many people in the medical field are truly there for the right reasons.
Meaning, who are there because their heart's desire is to help others. As opposed to working in that profession, simply because they know that their jobs and paycheques will be fairly secure.
Then, there are those who are working simply because they know they are secure, and enjoy medicine and who are children of God. Those who are trusting in Jesus. Who are saved and know that they are called to do what is right for others.
As opposed to those who are unsaved. Those who do not belong to God.
I'm referring to those who couldn't care less about other people. Who don't care if people are treated respectfully, and properly.
It just doesn't happen in our medical field. It happens, almost everywhere. In most lines of work.
Several times this week alone, I've come across rude, nasty, belligerent people, who sometimes have filthy mouths. And, I must say that none of them have been within our medical system.
Whenever I come across those who treat me and/or other people in a negative and unloving fashion, I pray for them.
If I didn't, I wouldn't be just disobedient to God, but I would also not have peace in my life. In my heart.
God's peace. Peace that can only come from Him.
When I think about this, I think of John 14:27, "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
Yes, the world cannot give true love to... anyone. Once we realize this, and acknowledge that the majority of people are of the world, and not of God, it's easier to accept. Especially, knowing that the world is filled with evil and not necessarily, good.
It's easier to deal with the stressful situations we find ourselves in.
And, it's easier to not be afraid. To not let our hearts be troubled. But rather, to trust in our Lord, Jesus Christ... for everything in our lives.
Just as I'm doing, now.
With no physician to do the surgery I have been waiting months for, I know I do not need to worry. My Lord, Jesus Christ is the greatest physician of all.
After all, He is in control of all things. No one else. Just Him.
If it is God's will to heal me, He will see that it happens. Whether it is through medical care, or by a miracle healing.
If it is God's will to not have me healed, then my life here on earth will come to an end. And, I'll spend eternity in Heaven, with Him.
Either way, I'll be healed. I must say, I'm thankful for this! After all, I'm trusting in Him.
Are you? If not, you may want to reconsider. And, come to Christ.
Until next time...
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