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A Healing of the Heart


By the time we are mothers, we've each lived long enough to have things in our past that are best left in the past.  For the most part, the ugly in my past stays there and doesn't poke its nose into my daily business.  But every now and then something happens that causes me to unpack the memories and take a look at them.  The other night was one of those times.  I'm not sure what exactly brought it on, but I started thinking about the events that transpired before I was married, while I was in college, when I left a church sometimes described as a cult.  That night, while the rest of the house was asleep, I wrote this:

It's been many years now since my heart was deeply wounded and, dare I say, a chunk was torn away.  But tonight as the circumstances surrounding the injury come to mind, I realize that the ragged gash has healed and for the first time I no longer feel pain at the thought of it.  The old sting of betrayal and bitterness of broken relationships has faded.  The memory of the pain remains, but the pain itself has gone.  Healing has come with time; time is a gift from God.  I never would have guessed that it would take so many years for the healing to be complete!  Indeed, there were times I believed the pain would remain with me always.  I cannot lay the blame for this wound entirely at others' feet. Much of it came from my own bumbling, and even sinful, ways.  I could have handled circumstances and people better than I did.  That's a regret I'll always carry.  But what relief in knowing that while I was busy living my life the Holy Spirit repaired the deepest gashes in my heart! I rejoice at the knowledge that my heart has been made new and pray that those I wounded as I made my escape have also been healed.

I am as guilty as sin as the saying goes.  Guilty of sin. Despicable sin.  Sin so ugly it would make your ears bleed if I told you the truth of it.  Sin that nailed my Savior to the cross.  While I was still a sinner, He sought me out. He died for me, knowing that it would only be through the blood He shed that I would find hope. Now my hope has been made complete because after Jesus died to pay the debt for my sins, He rose from the dead proving that death has no hold over Him. And if death has no hold over Him, then it has no hold over me, for He is our propitiation!

It's a night of deep thoughts and even deeper feelings.  A night to reflect on what has been and marvel at the fingerprints of God all along the way.  It's a night to fall on my face before God and adore Him for His lovingkindness, to stand in awe of His holiness, that a sinner such as I could even dream of approaching His throne, and yet He welcomes me! He draws me in and takes a personal interest in my story.

Thank you, Lord, for letting me take away the good from my experience in the past.  Thank you for building, rather for re-building, my trust in the assembly of the saints. Thank you for broadening my understanding of the world, of people from all walks of life, and for giving me your heart of love for them, that though they are lost and deceived, there is always hope for redemption. That You do heal the brokenhearted and proclaim release for the captive. You, Oh God, are truly the Almighty!

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  1. Stopping by from Deep Roots at Home. Thank-you for sharing your heart. You have spoken words I understand. The grace of God is amazing. He is faithful in bringing healing when we are broken and turn to Him.

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  2. I have suffered with guilt for things of my past as well and I can identify with this post well. He has helped me to forgive myself. He has washed me white as snow (which we don't get enough of here in GA!!) But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: while we were yet SINNERS, Christ died for us. He is an awesome God!!!!

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