This may seem like a strange post for Easter, but stick with me and I’ll try to bring it together. A couple of years ago, I found out I had a basal cell carcinoma on my nose. It was such a tiny spot, I believe it was God’s prompting that I even asked my dermatologist about it. The doctor could only see it at a certain angle.
After a biopsy confirmed it was a basal cell carcinoma, I was sent to another doctor for Mohs surgery. I had a couple of basal cells removed previously, but this one had me pretty nervous because of its location. Scarring on the tip of my nose would be so obvious.
After 4 rounds of skin removal and checking under a microscope, the borders were finally clear of cancer. I won’t go into all the gory details, but it was stressful and there were some minor complications afterward. One problem was that the doctor had his assistant do the stitching up and she should have added one more stitch at the tip of my nose. That spot had difficulty healing, and left a little more scarring than should have been the case.
I endured a lot of rude stares during the healing process- bruising and swelling and bandages are kind of hard to hide on your nose!
Anyway, the most difficult thing for me was that the shape of my nose had changed quite a lot. It isn’t deformed, just different. I had always been reminded of my mom when I looked into the mirror because I had the same nose- a little ball on the tip. Well, that was now gone and I felt sad and a little heartbroken. Does that sound silly? (My mom died over 15 years ago, but I still miss her terribly.)
Moving on, during a Mother’s Day service the year after my surgery, I was feeling a little sorry for myself and missing my mom, and whining to God that I didn’t have her nose any more. I know, it sounds silly when I write it down. As I sat there, I heard the Holy Spirit whisper, “You have your Father’s nose.” Understanding filled my spirit as I realized my Heavenly Father was saying that He had me in His hands. Nothing happened that was beyond His control. Now when I look in the mirror, I’m reminded that I can trust Him to love me and protect me and guide my life.
So, what does that have to do with Easter? Why didn’t I save this for Mother’s Day? God our Father loves each of us enough to send His Son Jesus to live on this earth as an example to us and to die as a substitute for us. Jesus rose again as victor over sin and the devil. Anything I could say about that sacrifice would be an understatement of His love and mercy towards us.
But God didn’t stop there. Knowing the void Jesus’ ascension to Heaven would leave in His followers, He sent the Holy Spirit to live in us, to teach us, to lead us, to speak to us. I’m so grateful that God speaks to us through His Spirit- in real, personal ways, in the things that matter to us, silly though they may be.
I hope you have a joyful Easter and experience the personal God we serve.
Doodles of blessings,