He Stole My Future

She was so vital. Even though she had two children, she seemed fresh and young—as if she were just out of school. She was successful too. The aerobic workshop she taught was adopted by our local pro football team. And on top of everything, she had a husband who loved her.

Then she hurt her back.

When the pain wouldn’t go away, she followed the advice of her doctor and had back surgery. In that surgery something terrible happened. Nerves were inadvertently cut. When she came out of surgery she learned that the pain would still be with her. And that she had lost bowel and bladder control. And lost the ability to even move about, except with a clumsy metal walker.

Desperately she went to the best hospitals in our state and to others. The doctors just shook their heads. There was nothing they could do. Not now. With the slip of the surgeon’s knife, he stole her future.

All too many of us know what it is to have our future stolen. The things we’ve planned and looked forward to can be taken by a loved one’s death. By a lost job. By an illness. By war, fire, or theft. There are no guarantees given to any of us for what tomorrow may hold.

But still, no one can really steal our future. Yes, people like that surgeon can steal tomorrow. But beyond tomorrow you and I have treasures that no one can touch. In the words of Isaiah, we look forward to a time when “the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory. Your sun will never set again, and your moon will wane no more; the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your days of sorrow will end.”

How good to remember when someone or some event steals tomorrow, that beyond tomorrow, our eternal future remains secure.

Published by Intentional Faith

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