Other than my immediate family and a couple of friends, I didn’t tell anyone about the impending surgery and I only asked one person to pray for me. I considered contacting the church prayer group, but decided to keep it private.
I’m always asking myself, “Why?”
My simple answer is that I didn’t want a lot of attention about it, and that is true. It’s not that I don’t need prayers or that I am too proud to ask. The closest I can get to the truth is that I knew I would be fine, that the procedure would be brief and successful. As Julian of Norwich’s told us six hundred years ago, “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well.”
You see, it doesn’t seem right to send out a prayer request that I don’t need. Asking for prayers is no simple matter, nor is it something to abuse or treat lightly. On the other hand, once the surgery was over, and I couldn’t hide behind the huge white bandage, I began telling people about my experience. Maybe it was my way of thanking God and giving God some recognition. The more thanks and praise we offer God, the more God manifest his love in the world. Good begets good.