Imagine you are ten years old, and you stumble down the stairs and twist your ankle. You scream for help. Into the room walks your dad, the world’s foremost orthopedic surgeon. He examines the injury. Your anxiety kicks in. “Dad, I’ll never walk again.” “Yes, you will.” “No one can help me!” “I can. Do you know what I do for a living?”
Actually you don’t. The next day he drives you to his office and shows you the diplomas on his wall, and you begin to see your father in a different light. If he can conduct orthopedic surgery, he can likely treat a swollen ankle.
“Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure” (Psalm 147:5). Our biggest fears are sprained ankles to God. And a lot of people live with unnecessary anxiety over temporary limps.
