What does the path to healing look like?

Each and every day I’m surrounded by pain.  Emotional pain that permeates ones spirit troubling it.  Among this pain, expectations and responsibilities abound.  They never stop, even when pain brings them to a slow crawl.  It pierces my heart.  My heart cries, not just for the pain that they feel, but for the pain inflicted on children who never asked to be born.

The world is a cruel place to live.  It feels as if there are pockets of God’s grace and mercy.  But I’m no fool to understand that God is greater than the pain I see and feel.  I KNOW that God is at work everyday around me to restore us to Himself.  The process is grueling, sometimes seeming unrelenting in its pursuit to spread darkness instead of light.

I understand their pain.  I have pain of my own that I’m trying to be healed from.  I’m realizing more and more each day that my day is coming.  The day that my REAL healing will take place, releasing me from years of bondage that I’ve allowed to captivate me.  I am becoming more and more dependent on His grace.  More and more dependent on His mercy to pull me through.  I cannot do His work my own way, or with my own strength.  Yes, He has equipped me with gifts and talents to mend the brokenhearted.  Yet I am at a point where I cannot go any further than what I, myself, know.  I cannot give peace when I don’t know peace myself.  I cannot speak of God’s healing power, when I don’t allow Him to heal me.

I see God taking me deeper into knowing Him.  My prayer is that I am reminded of His love for me, that He wants good for my life, and leaning heavily on the knowledge that He will never leave me nor forsake me.  I am in the valley of the shadow of death.  I am in the valley of the dry bones.  I question whether the bones around me can live.  But you O, God know.  I ask You to equip me to breathe life back into the bones surrounding me.  I ask that You equip me to stay focused on You and not the task at hand.  I ask that You allow the words that I speak to be balm and life in the lives that I touch and reach.  I no longer want words that are empty and hallow.  Lord, Your children need life spoken into their lives.  They need to feel a balm.  They need to know You are there and see all that is happening around them.  BUT, you have not forsaken them.  You have always been there, holding them in the bosom of Your arms.  Bind up the enemy.  Speak life......SPEAK.

The path to healing looks like a jagged road.  One that seems to have no direction.  It is not paved, nor smooth.  It is dark.  The path to healing is one where we can only rely on God to get us through.

SPEAK LIFE.