As I strummed a few chords tonight, I smiled. It's amazing how much sound can come from 6 little strings. A little while later, I noticed my fingertips are getting dry. Then I remembered that amazing event about 2-3 years ago...
Then one day it occurred to me that I have a personal relationship with the Almighty God - the Healer, and I never even asked Him to help me. Not once. Wow. Quite an oversight...
As I sat preparing to ask God for healing, I wrestled with faith - do I actually believe He can? Sounds simple, and if it were someone else's fingers that had bled for 2 years, I would have said 'duh! Of course the God of the universe can heal your little fingers - which He made by the way...' But these were my fingers. This was my faith.
I don't remember how long I wrestled with it, but I finally asked. "God, thank you that you are in control. You made my hands and can heal them if you choose to. Lord, I ask that you would heal them. But if it's not in your plan to heal my hands, I know you have a reason. Please help me to glorify you through the pain." And I left it there, not thinking about it again.
Days later, I realized I hadn't had pain for awhile. I inspected my fingertips and found them to be completely restored! I had fingerprints - normal, healthy fingertips! No cracks, no scars (which I was sure I would have if they ever did heal), no callous, just perfect healthy hands. Amazing.
Days like today, when I feel what guitar strumming does to my fingers, I'm especially grateful. I am blessed and privileged to tickle my kids, play piano, strum a guitar, and type on this keyboard. Each of these would be excruciating today if God had not healed me.
Sometimes I forget - I take for granted the lack of pain. But, today my little guitar callous reminds me and I'm thankful.