Friday Jon and I went to Cliff's with the GAM (God And Me) kids from church. We had an absolute blast! Afterwards we had a little camp out. After dinner we did Praise and Worship. After all the rowdy songs I found myself a little corner to sit and talk with God. It's easiest to talk with Him during those times. I can hear Him so clearly.
I don't remember what song was on that made my mind start racing. I started thinking about all the things in my life that have been difficult. The times that have been hurtful. About all the sad times. The heartbreaking moments.
Then I started thinking about wounds. Nasty cuts, scrapes, broken bones. Probably because I found it rather fortunate that we made it through the whole day with a bunch of middle schoolers without anybody getting hurt.
As the playlist continued God started speaking to me. He told me that in order for things to heal smoothly and beautifully, I have to let Him heal me. I have to let Him clean and stitch me up, or there's going to be nasty scars...ugly, bitter scars. I have to follow his direction...His care plan or the healing process will take longer and be more painful.
So...God has stitched me up. I'm following His at home care plan, and the healing has begun. I have an ever present source of encouragement and love. These wounds will heal...smoothly, and the scars left over will fade into lessons learned.
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