I’ve been trusting doctors a lot lately.
Last year, I was experiencing significant stomach issues that I could no longer ignore. There were days when I felt fine. Normal, even. And then there were days when I’d wake up and just know it was going to be a rough one.
On top of the stomach issues, I would have days where I felt completely depleted, with barely enough energy to leave my bed. I was bone-deep tired, feeling like I was walking through water just to get through the day. I knew that I was anemic and I was taking iron supplements, but I couldn’t tell a difference at all. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason, and I quickly grew frustrated.
I finally saw the doctor in early 2019 and to say that it was life-changing would be an understatement. A few tests, scopes, and labs later, I had a diagnosis. A diagnosis came with answers, with treatments, with a game plan.
And here I am in 2020, having just finished my first (and hopefully last) round of iron infusions. We check in a few weeks to see how well my body stores the mineral, but I can already see changes. My skin, usually so pale in color, is now tinted pink in my hands and feet.
And the thought strikes me that I would still be sick and miserable if I hadn’t taken the chance and trusted the doctors. Each one (there have been four to be exact, and several kind nurses who have stabbed me for my blood) has had a part in changing my health. Giving me better.
If I trust my life and my good to these fragile humans, how much more can I trust it to my perfect Heavenly Father? Who knows me inside and out, without need of a scan or needle to know the contents of my every cell?
I can’t see the iron in my veins or the healing of my stomach lining, but I can see and feel the effects of it. I can’t see the faith in my veins or the healing of my soul, but I can see and feel the effects of it.
I’ve been trusting doctors a lot lately. But I’ve been trusting God a lot lately, too. And I think it’s changing my life.
I think it’s changing me.