The Moment

Moments of action are often anticlimactic.  It is as if all our worries, energies, and fears are casually tossed aside in the breech of the decision point.  As I look back on yesterday, I know I had a plan for how the moment of my surgery was going to unfold. 
It is vividly clear how things would work!  As I arrived in the pre-op staging room, there would be casual conversation mixed with some important information that I had to share.  They would consider my thoughts.  Time would slowly pass.  As I was wheeled on the surgery gurney down the hall, there would be one last moment of decision.  I wondered if I would go through with it.  I considered the alternatives, everyone negative.  I struggled to hold hope's hand with the infusion of courage that always comes with that experience. I am not the first one caught in the uncertainty of a moment at hand.  “As Peter, puzzled, sat there trying to figure out what it all meant, the men sent by Cornelius showed up at Simon's front door.  They called in, asking if there was a Simon, also called Peter, staying there.  Peter, lost in thought, didn't hear them, so the Spirit whispered to him, 'Three men are knocking at the door looking for you.  Get down there and go with them.  Don't ask any questions. I sent them to get you.'”  (Acts 10.17-20)
God's words to Peter were the same to me.  “Do not ask, just be.  Do not resist; just go with what unfolds.  Let your yes remain yes in your heart.  Let me do the lifting, it is my show now.”
The reality is that I met Mike the Nurse and the Dr. from north England.  They listened and smiled.  They gave me confidence of what was to unfold.  Without my additional consent, I slipped gently into God's room of silence.  I had already said yes, nothing more was needed. 
God knows we need recreation.  In a sense, we have said yes, so God went ahead and did God's stuff.