March 3, 2016
By: Cindy Lundhagen
(A continuation from 25 Feb) So I had made a conscious decision to really try to get to know God…by starting with reading His story. But first I needed to get a Bible. Little did I know…there appeared to be all sorts of Bibles. What the heck? So I just picked the first one…the King James Version (in hindsight…if you’ve never read the Bible before…heed my advice and don’t pick the KJV on your first go of it). But I was invested…so I began. It was a bit of a slug fest at first…getting used to the language style and the genealogy (I mean…really…who is this guy Methuselah who gets to live 969 years…apparently our life expectancy has really shrunk…or they measured differently…but I digress). The story got intriguing very quickly, I was enthralled and I stayed with it…one chapter a day.
Then on the night of August 12, 2013 I started having severe abdominal pain that got progressively worse. It became nearly unbearable so I told Corey we were going to the Emergency room. It was diagnosed as a ruptured appendix and I was told I needed emergency surgery as soon as they could get the “on call” surgeon on site. I didn’t have much time to think…just got busy trying to make arrangements for someone to come get Corey in the middle of the night. Then my immediate instinct was to pray. Once again I turned to God. I first pleaded for Him to take care of me because my daughter still needed her mom and she was my everything. But then I changed my request to one of surrender to God’s will and that I trusted Corey in His care no matter what. She was His before she was ever mine after all. An incredible sense of calm and peace washed over me. I went into the operating room with absolutely no fear and no worry.
As I was coming awake from the anesthesia, something very strange happened. I had these words running through my head: “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want”. They were words that didn’t mean anything to me at the time but they kept a running loop going on in my head…sorta like when you get a song stuck in your head that you can’t get out. I finally pushed it to the back of my mind and tried to forget it. Many months later I was told these words were the first verse of Psalm 23…which I had read approximately one week before surgery.
I went home from the hospital the next day and went to resume my daily Bible reading. Where I had left off was Psalm 30 which contains this as verse 2: “Lord, my God, I called to you for help and you healed me”. I was stunned. This was exactly what had just happened. I had cried out to Him and He had gotten me through the surgery to remove what the doctor called a life threatening, very necrotic ruptured appendix. I could not simply reconcile this as chance or coincidence. I was on page 525 of the Bible and had, to date, read 507 chapters (yes I counted them) and literally thousands of verses involving all kinds of things. What were the odds that I would read this particular verse right then? If I were a gambler, I wouldn’t take that bet. I am convinced to this day that I had just gotten a direct message from God (before you say it…I started to think I was a little crazy too…but it gets even better and I am so convicted that this was an under-rated miracle).
So then that took me back to the verse running through my head at the hospital…the whole “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want” thing. Was that supposed to mean something to me as well? You will see in the next continuation…
Cindy Lundhagen — Summerville