You Do Your Best, and God Will Do the Rest

It was a beautiful spring morning. My wife and I were newlyweds and serving in our ministry’s yearlong outreach program. As I set out for work that day, I was excited to complete a remodeling job that I had been working on for a local policeman.

I had a helper that day—a Marine Corps veteran who had served as a medic in the service and was working with me to earn his money for registration for the Foundational Class. When I arrived on the job site, I saw that the owner had left me a note, asking me to make one last adjustment to his outside decking. I picked up the skill saw, eager to work, without noticing that the safety guard had slipped. As I worked, the powerful saw jumped in my hand and injured my left forearm.

My Marine Corps vet friend quickly put a tourniquet around my arm. At just that moment, the police officer who owned this home decided to stop in and check on his project. Seeing my dire condition, he threw me in his squad car, turned on the lights, and raced to the nearby hospital.

On this particular day, a surgeon who was highly skilled at reattaching limbs was at this hospital and agreed to consult on my damaged arm. After examining my arm, he said, “I’m sorry, son, but I think it’s too damaged. We will have to fit you for a prosthetic.” I responded, “Doctor, I believe that if you will try to reattach my arm, we can do this. You do your best, and God will do the rest.” The surgeon agreed to stay and attempt to reattach my arm.

In the hours that I had to wait for an operating room to open, I continued to repeat III John 2 over and over to myself. With my wife at my side, we spoke nothing but the positives of God’s Word regarding the prognosis for my situation. Finally, an operating room opened, and the surgeon skillfully labored for hours to reattach my arm. The operation was a success. He was able to save my arm.

As I visited this doctor for many follow-up checkups and surgeries, he marveled at how quickly I was healing. Each time he would unwrap my bandages, he would shout, “Nurse, get the camera. We have to document this.” After six short months, I was back at work. My doctor fully agreed that he did his best, and God did the rest.

I am truly thankful for the Word of God that I have learned in The Way Ministry. Because of that Word, I know that I am more than a conqueror in any situation and that no problem is greater than my God.