You never know how God is going to speak to you or what approach He is going to take. I was scheduled to see a specialist one particular day. I felt as though I’d been getting the run-around from my doctors and the truth is, they just weren’t sure what to tell me based on the results of the tests I’d had. They wanted me to consult a breast specialist and I agreed that it was a good idea.
The day of my doctor’s visit I had it all figured out. I was going to my appointment, she was going to read my x-rays and tell me that there was absolutely no problem with them and that I was free to go my merry way. I prayed for as much on the way to work that morning.
As I pulled into my parking space in the garage that morning a song came on the radio that riveted me to the seat of the car. The song was a simple acoustic melody, really almost a ditty, called “Be Ok” and the lyrics came straight out of the radio and stabbed me in the heart because they were exactly what I was feeling and praying about that day. That singer/songwriter’s name is Ingrid Michaelson and as soon as I got my computer booted up at work I bought the CD because I knew I had to hear that song again. All the lyrics of the song are important to me but these in particular zeroed in on what I was feeling that day:
CHORUS:
Open me up and you will see
I'm a gallery of broken hearts
I'm beyond repair, let me be
And give me back my broken parts
I just want to know today, know today, know today
I just want to know something today
I just want to know today, know today, know today
Know that maybe I will be ok
CHORUS
Just give me back my pieces
Just give them back to me please
Just give me back my pieces
And let me hold my broken parts
I just want to be okay today.
I just want to know today that I will be okay.
I saw the doctor that afternoon and she didn’t tell me to go my merry way, as I had planned for her to. She told me that another specialist needed to be consulted and that a biopsy was a distinct possibility - not the news I planned on or wanted to hear. However, at the very end of the visit she patted me on the arm and said all I needed to hear:
You’re going to be okay.
And I am.
BE OK by Ingrid Michaelson