We stand in chapel and sing out praises to God, calling Him "the healer". My stomach churns within me. My aching body reminds me that I have yet to be physically healed. The wheelchair sitting next to me, waiting to be used again after chapel, taunts that I am still sick.
I believe that God has the power to heal me. I've read the Gospels where He is shown as having power over dieases and disabilities. And I believe that He has healed others.
But I don't believe that it's always God's will for people to be healed.
At least not physically.
I cry out to God saying, "Don't you see my desperation? See how much I need You to heal me?"
But the Truth remains.
So much more than a healer for my body, I need a healer for my heart.
Without Jesus, my heart is bruised, decrepid and rotten.
Oh Great Physician of my soul, come and bring the healing I so desperately need.
A hard truth. Decrepid is a good word to describe it. I pray for your healing too or at least remission. You are a model too many including me.
ReplyDeleteCallie, I have read this twice and it continues to ring true. I needed to hear those encouraging words this week. Because although life is so full of pain I really am trying to praise God for healing my soul. I love you sis!
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