I had to go away on business for two days; I just returned today. I didn't get to read the blog during that time, and I'm amazed to discover the things Ian is doing now to show us he's in there. Two days. But, then, our God could heal Ian in a heartbeat. He could wake him up. He could heal his sore and his thrush. He could even heal his knee so that it would bend again, though medically that's impossible. God is powerful.
But, God is wise, too, and mysterious.
I don't say that with a cynical, fatalistic perspective but with worship and genuine affection in my heart. I know that woven through every thread of God's mysterious, infinite power and wisdom are kindness and love that I don't understand. I know my God feels deeply for us and for Ian. I don't understand why God doesn't heal Ian in a heartbeat, but I'm not angry. How could I be when both Ian and I deserve so much worse because of our sin in the face of his kindness?
I don't highlight the wisdom and mystery as a way to excuse a lack of faith for Ian's healing, either. I believe God could heal Ian and will in his time, if that's his good purpose. But, I trust him to do good no matter what the outcome looks like to me. I'm going to let my "requests be made known to God," and I want the peace of God, "which surpasses understanding," to guard my heart and mind in Christ Jesus (Phil 4:6-7).
Lord, heal Ian. I trust you.