Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6
Dr. Heitor’s hands were legendary at Saint Lucia Hospital. Steady, precise, almost artistic. As a cardiac surgeon, he was the best, a maestro in a symphony of scalpels, monitors, and hearts that needed mending. His understanding of human anatomy was profound, his confidence in his own skill, absolute. To Heitor, God was an unnecessary hypothesis, a variable that complicated the elegant equation of science.
He trusted in his own understanding. It was his mantra. It was what guided him through twelve-hour procedures, what made him make life-or-death decisions in seconds. And, until then, his understanding had never failed him.
The problem was that his understanding was not limited to the operating room. He applied it to everything. He analyzed his teenage daughter Laura’s relationships with the same cold logic with which he diagnosed a blocked artery. He planned his family’s future with the same precision with which he sutured a valve. He acknowledged his own intellect in all his ways and firmly believed that he was the one who made his paths straight.
His wife, Elisa, a woman of serene faith, was the only one who dared to challenge him.
“Heitor, there are things your hands can’t fix,” she would say gently. He would respond with a condescending smile.
The test came in the form of a diagnosis. Not for a patient, but for Laura. A rare neurological condition that the best specialists in the country could not fully decipher. The symptoms progressed, unpredictable and cruel.
For the first time in his life, Dr. Heitor was disarmed. His vast medical knowledge was useless. He read every article, consulted every colleague, spent sleepless nights studying MRI scans that looked like riddles. His own understanding, his pillar, his god, was a dead end.
One afternoon, he found Elisa in the small hospital garden. She was not crying. Her eyes were closed, her lips moving in a silent prayer.
“What are you doing?” he asked, the frustration overflowing in his voice. “Do you think that’s going to change anything?”
Elisa opened her eyes. There was no accusation in them, only a deep compassion.
“I’m doing the only thing I have left, Heitor. I am acknowledging that I am not in control. I am trusting God, in all our paths. Even in this one.”
“Blind faith!” he retorted. “I need a plan, a solution!”
“Maybe the plan,” she replied, “is to admit we don’t have one.”
That night, Heitor was in his office, surrounded by books and scans that only magnified his sense of powerlessness. He looked at the photo of Laura on his desk, smiling, before all of this began. And he broke. The great surgeon, the man who leaned on his own mind, crumbled into sobs. He no longer had a path to follow. He was lost in a dark, dense forest.
And at the pit of his despair, he remembered Elisa’s words. “I am trusting God, in all our paths.”
Without knowing exactly why, he knelt. Kneeling was an act his body did not know, a posture of surrender his mind had always rejected.
“God,” he began, the word strange in his mouth. “If You are there… I don’t know what to do. My knowledge has run out. My strength is gone. I trusted myself my whole life and now… I’m lost. Guide me. Please, guide my path, because I can no longer see it.”
A peace that he could not explain, a peace that defied the logic of his situation, began to settle in his heart.
The next day, a colleague from a small town, with whom Heitor had barely spoken at a conference years ago, called.
“Heitor, I know it’s a shot in the dark, but I read an article about a research group in Germany studying cases similar to your daughter’s. I thought I would let you know.”
It was not a spectacular miracle. It was a phone call. A lead. A lit path opening in the darkness.
Heitor followed the lead with a new posture. No longer that of the master who knows everything, but that of a pilgrim learning to trust his Guide. Laura’s journey would be long and uncertain, but something fundamental had changed. Dr. Heitor, the man who trusted only in his scalpel, was finally learning to trust the hand that guided his own. He had stopped leaning on his own understanding, and for the first time, he felt the solid ground of a path that was being made straight for him.
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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom
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