Six Words

He isn’t done with you yet! Six words that can have very different meanings.

If you are at the dentist, and the drilling has been going on for a while, the silence is a welcome relief. Then you hear those six words; it’s torture.

At a spa, when your massage therapist takes a break, those words are bliss.

If those words are spoken during a prayer time and are attributed to the Creator, this can be confounding.

That’s how I felt at our Ministers’ Gathering in Banff; these words were spoken over me. He isn’t done with you yet!

How are you “not done” with me?

What lesson am I still not learning?

What part of “transformation” still is in the works?

What is in my heart that I haven’t yet surrendered?

Questions rushed through me like a flood. How are you not done with me yet? The only reply I heard was, “I am not.”

So, I surrendered to it, thanked Him and left myself open to whatever area or areas He was still working on.

Weeks went by, and I forgot about this prayer until I received an e-mail from the pastor who prayed for me.

She reminded me of what she prayed and said that God wasn’t done with her yet, either. She had been going through some big medical things and had a doctor’s appointment looming. God had reminded her about our prayer time; He told her those words were for her, too.

The e-mail went on to tell me how she laid everything at the altar. When she went to the doctor, everything was clear. What a relief.

I had to read the email a bunch of times for it all to sink in.

She was fine. The weight she was carrying was gone. God had intervened.

It brought me back to that day and those six words. “God’s not done with you yet.”

I had never thought to ask, “Could this be about the tumour? Could God want to heal me from my tumour?”

When the neurosurgeon said the tumour hadn’t grown in a year and I was too young for surgery, I had given up hope of getting the thing out. I hadn’t realized that at the same time, I was also giving up hope that God was going to take it out, that God was going to heal me.

I know that’s crazy.

I know He can do it, but I gave up hope that He was going to do it.

So, when this Pastor wrote this e-mail to tell me how God had healed her from the mass, it made me wonder if this was what He was going to do for me, too.

Truth is, I don’t know. My next MRI is in September; I’ll keep you posted.

But pituitary tumour or no pituitary tumour, I serve a God who isn’t done with me yet. And if He heals me from this, He still won’t be done with me because I am his child.

Until He returns or calls me home, I am glad He is working on me.