In November, I had a small procedure done as an outpatient at the hospital.  When my husband and I arrived, we followed one of the hospital staff to the holding area.  Once I had climbed into the bed and settled in, the nurse came in to ask me a few questions.

If you've been an outpatient at the hospital, you know the type of questions they ask.  Things like; do you feel safe at home?  Are you depressed?  Do you have feelings of suicide?  Do you smoke, drink or take recreational drugs?  I answered each question with confidence, until they asked this very humbling question; do you use a walker at home? 


I glance at my husband with a questioning expression and immediately thought, maybe I should have spent a few more minutes on the hair and makeup this morning.  

How old did she think I was?  Did I look like I needed a walker to get around?  I quickly replied with a bit of indignation in my voice.  "I do not!"

After that nurse was finished humiliating me, an aide asked me if I needed to use the restroom and just so happens--I did.  As I swung my legs to get out of the bed, effortlessly I might add, the aide asked me if I needed a walker.

Okay, I'm gonna be honest, that hurt.  I said, "Certainly not, my goodness how old do you think I am?" 

I held my head high and purposefully walked faster than her to the bathroom door.  In my mind it was a race--and I won.  As I opened the door to go inside, she added, "If you lose your balance, there's a cord to pull for assistance."
Now that was uncalled for.  After all, I won the race.  I'm steady and unwavering!
I remembered this humbling little story this week when I read Hebrews 10:23.  

"And let us hold unwaveringly to the hope that we confess, 
for the one who made the promise is trustworthy."
That word unwaveringly brought that humbling experience at the hospital to the forefront of my thoughts.  As badly as I fought the stereotype, the truth was…I fit it. I was at risk for falling even before I was able to show them my expert moves.  They had me labeled as a person who might fall.  

In this verse from Hebrews, Believers could take on the same indignation that I felt towards the hospital staff.  

How dare the writer of Hebrews believe that I could be anything but unwavering, immoveable, and steadfast in my confession of Christ?

 After my initial embarrassment had passed over my hospital experience, I reminded myself that the staff didn't know me.  They were only concerned for my safety and well-being, and that's exactly how this verse appears to me when I take a second look.
"And let us hold unwaveringly to the hope that we confess,
for the one who made the promise is trustworthy."
It's a reminder to us that our hope is not build on an unsure foundation…it's established on the One whose promises are trustworthy. 
And that is something I can hold on to…unwaveringly!


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