So I cut my finger on some broken glass yesterday morning. It was an accident...Kylie bumped a glass casserole dish that was drying on the counter top as she was getting a glass of water and it SHATTERED everywhere on the granite surface and tile floor. I even found a piece in the hallway...around the corner! I grabbed at one of the bigger pieces as I was cleaning it up and hit it at just the wrong angle and it sliced open my middle finger on my right hand. Yes, I'm right handed.
So, I've spent the past 24 hours trying to keep a band-aid on this finger. Do you realize how many times a day you wash your hands? Triple that when you have 2 kiddos. I had no idea just how much that tip of my middle finger gets bumped, knocked, grabbed, squeezed...used every day.
I keep having to put a new bandage on it every few hours. I've even tried to go without a bandage a few times to see if it will just heal....and it won't. It's annoying. It hurts. And I'm tired of dealing with it.
I know...my endurance is inspiring I'm sure!
Got me to thinking about how many times God has attempted to tap gently (or with a little more umph) on my shoulder, asking me if I'm ready to let Him heal my broken heart. We all have one. It's the product of humanity and sin. Mine looks different from yours, but the truth is that we are all broken-hearted. In need of healing. Rescue.
Over the years, I've felt His nudging. I've watched as the pain of my wounds have tried to surface in an attempt to let me know that it's not healed yet. Not really. Sure, I've put my own bandages over it...built walls to protect myself, found ways to avoid 'going there' so that I can escape the pain through distraction. But truly, deep down...I'm still bleeding, still hurting...I still need healing.
Like my cut, my heart needs to begin healing from the inside out. Only when I stop putting on bandages, apply salve and let the air and light in, will it start to heal properly...the way it was made to heal. Platelets, saline, oxygen all combine to rebuild the cells and skin that was cut through. They all work together...and from the inside, in ways my eyes can't see...healing begins. It still hurts, it's still tender to touch...I still need to rest it...and allow the salve and the miracle of the human body do it's thing, but it's healing. Only after I've stopped pretending it's there, and given it what it needs to heal...will it truly get better.
Friends, our hearts are that very same way. We can do our best to cover, protect, avoid the hurts-the wounds that have caused us great captivity over the years. But only when we stop...and allow the miracle of God's healing and restoring Spirit to penetrate our wounds like salve...and we sit, rest and allow Him to work...will true healing occur. I know it's hard. I know how much it hurts...how annoying it is to have to STILL be dealing with it. But put away the band-aids. Open yourself back up and let the One Who Sees, the One who formed your heart, be the One who Heals...once and for all!
Wednesday we pictured in our minds what freedom and healing looks like...keep that picture in your heart and mind...guard it...thank Him in advance for it...and walk in it today! I love you, I'm praying for you as you open yourselves up to Him...you aren't alone :)
So, I've spent the past 24 hours trying to keep a band-aid on this finger. Do you realize how many times a day you wash your hands? Triple that when you have 2 kiddos. I had no idea just how much that tip of my middle finger gets bumped, knocked, grabbed, squeezed...used every day.
I keep having to put a new bandage on it every few hours. I've even tried to go without a bandage a few times to see if it will just heal....and it won't. It's annoying. It hurts. And I'm tired of dealing with it.
I know...my endurance is inspiring I'm sure!
Got me to thinking about how many times God has attempted to tap gently (or with a little more umph) on my shoulder, asking me if I'm ready to let Him heal my broken heart. We all have one. It's the product of humanity and sin. Mine looks different from yours, but the truth is that we are all broken-hearted. In need of healing. Rescue.
Over the years, I've felt His nudging. I've watched as the pain of my wounds have tried to surface in an attempt to let me know that it's not healed yet. Not really. Sure, I've put my own bandages over it...built walls to protect myself, found ways to avoid 'going there' so that I can escape the pain through distraction. But truly, deep down...I'm still bleeding, still hurting...I still need healing.
Like my cut, my heart needs to begin healing from the inside out. Only when I stop putting on bandages, apply salve and let the air and light in, will it start to heal properly...the way it was made to heal. Platelets, saline, oxygen all combine to rebuild the cells and skin that was cut through. They all work together...and from the inside, in ways my eyes can't see...healing begins. It still hurts, it's still tender to touch...I still need to rest it...and allow the salve and the miracle of the human body do it's thing, but it's healing. Only after I've stopped pretending it's there, and given it what it needs to heal...will it truly get better.
Friends, our hearts are that very same way. We can do our best to cover, protect, avoid the hurts-the wounds that have caused us great captivity over the years. But only when we stop...and allow the miracle of God's healing and restoring Spirit to penetrate our wounds like salve...and we sit, rest and allow Him to work...will true healing occur. I know it's hard. I know how much it hurts...how annoying it is to have to STILL be dealing with it. But put away the band-aids. Open yourself back up and let the One Who Sees, the One who formed your heart, be the One who Heals...once and for all!
Wednesday we pictured in our minds what freedom and healing looks like...keep that picture in your heart and mind...guard it...thank Him in advance for it...and walk in it today! I love you, I'm praying for you as you open yourselves up to Him...you aren't alone :)
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