So, just two weeks ago, I had surgery. It was outpatient and relatively minor, but it involves six weeks of recovery: no lifting anything over 15 lbs., walking instead of running, no exercise of any kind, wearing a large binder/flexible belt around my torso, etc. In my better moments--most of the time--everything feels normal (with the exception of the binder, but it's getting to be normal). But about 10,000 steps into the day, and I start to feel it: a pinch or burn from the stitches, a mild burning, or a muscle spasming just ever so slightly. I'm not whole. I'm not strong. I'm not where I need to be.
But, somehow, what's necessary for my healing has been placed. It's done. But the groans of the healing continue. As I've been reflecting on this, it has a lot connected with the way that the life of Jesus plays out in our life. Everything necessary for my salvation--the new birth of my spirit, the renewal of my mind and heart, the future resurrection of my body--has been done once and for all by Jesus. It's given. It's granted. The "surgery" of grace by repentance, forgiveness, faith, the love of God, and the blessed hope, has been done, but the groans of the healing continue.
Some days, I see the fruits of repentance in my life. Some days, I'm aware of what God's grace has done. There are moments of unshakeable faith that I really get surprised by after the fact, but feel just so natural at the time. And then there's pains-- sin that still seeks to cling so closely, or the natural brokenness of life in a sin-crushed world, like sickness or insomnia, or depression, you name it. And it's in those moments, that I need to look forward to the end of recovery: resurrection. The work has been done by the Great Physician, but the healing He is doing is ongoing, and He will finish it in a glorious way...and I'll finally be myself. I'll be whole, strong, and exactly who He made me to be all along.