I DON’T KNOW about you, but this world beats me up sometimes. It’s not always something earth shattering. But the little, every day hits pile up, don’t they?
I live in a metropolitan area of over 16 million people. Like any megacity these days, you can feel the tension in the air. The looks on some people’s faces say it all.
I’m struggling. Life is hard. Times are tough.
Almost every day we deal with fresh challenges, or we process old ones. Harsh words, silence, betrayal — even small doses of these poisons do us harm.
Still, we humans are incredibly tough. We take many of these mini hits — and even some bigger ones — over and over again… and somehow we keep going.
But we also carry older, deeper wounds — the ones that left a lasting mark. They might have been life threatening. All of them were life changing.
The level of healing varies for each of these older, primary wounds. Some may be getting better. Some still bleed profusely. And in this context, we can understand why our day-to-day bumps and bruises hurt more than we realize.
If you bump my broken arm, I’ll see stars.
So we run around with sky high levels of stress hormones rushing through our veins. It could be due to an inner struggle, a fight we had last night, or a nasty person at work.
And the headlines tell us tragic stories about someone who just couldn’t take it any more.
I now know I get wounded almost every day. I’m not always conscious of it. Any bad news I hear hurts me at some level, no matter how small. I might feel confused, irritated, or lost. But really, maybe I’m just hurting.
I’ve learned I need healing. Every. Single. Day.
Talking to a friend or psychologist can help, but you can’t always do this. You can’t dump all your troubles on others all the time. Yes, we should share our struggles, but we must accept boundaries too.
But when I’m hurting, and I go to God, there are no limits. I never get a busy signal. He’s always waiting for my call.
Even if it’s nothing in particular, even if I’m not sure where the hurt comes from, the Lord’s healing is there for me.
So I go to him. I ask him to heal my everyday scrapes and bruises.
I may be weak, but I know who’s love for me is strong. Unbreakable.
So I ask for his healing out loud.
“Heal me. Restore me, O Lord. Have mercy on me.”
And the Lord always responds. He lifts the load off your shoulders. He makes you better.
He restores your heart, strength, and spirit. And you can rise up again. You can move forward. You are a bit lighter and happier.
And it doesn’t stop there. There’s much more. God works everywhere. He tends to those older wounds as well — he soothes the deepest hurt.
He gently cleanses and cures even the most painful parts of your history. His loving grace has no limits.
The human heart is utterly amazing. It can find healing in a simple kind word. A loving family or community can bring great relief.
Still, I believe there is a secret place in every heart reserved for God alone. Our heart of hearts yearns for him. That’s where his Spirit desires to enter, heal, and stay.
The Spirit of Almighty God created the heavens and the earth. The Spirit of the Lord can bring the dead back to life.
So trust and believe. Say it out loud.
“Cleanse my wounds, O Lord. Heal me. Restore me. Pour out your tender mercy. With my Lord Jesus Christ, let me rise up again, ready to face the new day.”
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And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies because of his Spirit who lives in you.Romans 8:11
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