Working with patients has given me eyes to see suffering. People afraid. People searching for answers. It’s a window to my soul quite honestly. I hear the questions, I hear myself. I hear the desire for answers. I know those desires. They want the doctor i work for to calm, to guide, to help, to (quite honestly) save. I see myself.

So often, when hit with a medical crisis, there is a panic. Maybe this test will show what we need to do. This scan will lead to a correct diagnosis, a plan and then, life will get back to normal. The human condition..striving for normalcy and to have this pain pass over us.

Let me take it a step further. We want our world to get back to normal. I hear it so often. So we search for the answers. We listen to voices in media hoping they know. Hoping they can help us see through the mire. If we know, then we know what we can do. We can see the truth.

I know that death grip.

Cody Carnes song is playing in my ears right now. Run to the Father. I am reminded where the search for truth must start. It’s not with doctors. It’s not with media outlets, sources. My grip needs to be on the hand of God.

We begin with prayer. We begin in God’s word. Listen we serve the God who with just a few words raised a man from the dead. (John 11) He’d been dead for days. Jesus came and spoke his name. Lazarus, come out. What if he had just said come out? How many would have walked from the graves?

He can do it for you. For me. Am i suggesting to not seek the counsel of these outlets? Absolutely not. We begin with the prayer, Lord, help me in my unbelief. And what is normal? Strive for God, not for normal.