I'm a bit of a "spotty" human, starting with a large birthmark on my hand and dozens of moles from head to toe. I had actually been given the sweet nickname Spot at one point in my younger days. (I wasn't a huge fan of that nickname.) The doctor completed her exam, paying particular attention to a place on my arm. She said it was probably fine, but suggested a biopsy "just in case." Today, the call came in - turns out the spot is pre-melanoma. Although not a problem now, it will be if not removed. The appointment is set for Monday. Sounds easy, and I'm not concerned.
I tell you this not because I'm worried but because I'm thankful! I had a physical just three weeks ago, and this wasn't caught. If I hadn't gone in for a new spot on my face, the story would be much different.
I call this divine interruption. God orchestrated my call to a dermatologist. He knows me inside and out, counting the number of hairs on my head...and and spots on my body. And He cares.
God has a funny way of revealing important circumstances that need attention. I am thankful that I trust Him to "have my back," and all my other spots.
For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open. Luke 8:17 NIV
