The thing is, even though I feel pretty confident in a positive outcome, there are risks involved. Scenarios have been playing out in my mind over the last few days, what ifs, thoughts I probably shouldn't be dwelling on.
The reality is that however small the risk, there are still risks involved in any surgery. In this case the likelihood of a positive outcome significantly outweighs the very slight possibility of a problem.
But yet, even knowing this, the fear of the unlikely comes close to contriving me to cancel this surgery despite all the very good reasons I have to go forward.
Risks are hard.
And then I start to think about another risk that was taken over 2000 years ago. Perhaps even before our world came into existence.
From the far reaches of the universe, in a city yet unknown to mortals, surrounded by thousands of stars, another risk was considered.
Are the people of Earth worth saving? And at what cost?
For before there was a Christmas birth. Before there were miracles. Before the blind saw and the lepers were healed. Before Gethsemane, and before the Glorious Resurrection, there was a choice.
Even though the risk was small, and the reward was great, there was still a risk. What if clothed in human flesh, Jesus had sinned just once? A horrible unlikely thought. But a risk.
I don't think we can fully realize the magnitude of this Divine decision.
What if God considered, as I have in my tiny choice, is it worth it? Should I cancel this procedure all together and be happy with what I already have?
But He didn't. He choose to come. And He proved to be Perfection itself, living life on Earth without blemish. Never wavering, never taking His eyes off His Father and the glory set before Him.
No wonder he is King of Kings and Lord of Lords; our Conqueror, our Savior, and our Friend.
How grateful I am that we were worth the risk and that because of His eternal victory, we too can be more than conquerors through Him who loved us.
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