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WOUNDS

 I am musing about...

WOUNDS

We have all been wounded.

We are all broken.

We all have been touched by the evil and darkness of the world we live in.

The number of wounds, their depth, their story, their effects, vary from person to person.

There are wounds that many of us can only imagine, while others can not imagine life without them.

The hurting among us is real.

We read of those in Africa, or Afghanistan. We hear of their plight, their hunger, of the pain and hardships  they endure.

We don't read of the person beside us in the pew who's wounds are cutting through their heart and soul, causing a pain they can barely endure and are yet afraid to share.

We read of those in the city, or alarmingly even in our own seemingly sheltered communities, who have experienced or maybe presently are experiencing things that seem beyond our comprehension.

For others, the ability to comprehend is way to easy. As if it is almost innate. For it defines their reality. Not who they are, but what they know.

Wounds are real. They cut and sever and cause excruciating pain, physical and mental.

They affect a person's very being, how they live and move and interpret the world around them.

It affects the way they relate to others, the way they see themselves, the way they think of God.

May we pray for hearts of compassion. May we pray to be used as a provider of heavenly balm in the various arenas we may be called into

May we ourselves be open and vulnerable in sharing our own wounds.

May we look to the Master Healer.

May we pray for those who are wounded so deeply and who have not yet met or maybe even heard of the Master Healer.

I think of that beautiful little song we used to sing in Sunday School...

"He heals the broken hearted and he sets the captive free,

He made the lame to walk again and he caused the blind to see,

He's able, He's able, I know He's able

I know my Lord is able to carry me through."

May we pray and do our part, as God moves us to help others to know the Truth of these words from that encouraging children's song.

He is our balm.

He is our comfort.

He is our healer.

He was wounded.

For you and for me. 

His wounds, even unto death, set you and me free.

Our sins, our disobedience to our loving Father's Words that He proclaimed for our own good, wounded Him even more then the searing whip, the piercing thorns or the pounded nails.

May more and more come to know the healing balm of Him who was wounded so that He could bind up and heal, once and all, what we all experience because of sin, 

He who redeems and heals our...

Wounds.

He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds.  Psalm 147:3


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