Psalm 147:3-5
He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit.
The gash on my leg hurt.
Several years ago Tim and I purchased a home that needed a lot of tender loving care. One day my daughters and I cleaned and painted in the various rooms of the old place. Clumsy as I am, I tripped over a medicine cabinet and something sliced into my shin. Blood spurted everywhere, at least it seemed like it to me who has no inclination toward any kind of medical care. My leg throbbed, and I screamed like a five-year old. Sara and Hannah came running to my rescue and assured me the wound wasn't as bad as it appeared. Still I needed help. About the time the girls calmed me, my mom and nephew stopped by to check the progress of the house. Bless that boy's heart, he took me to the clinic in town where the physician cleaned my leg and bandaged the wound.
Medical folks mend the brokenness of physical bodies. God
heals the brokenness of souls. Oh, how the spirit cries when someone leaves
this world. My heart breaks over the losses caused by COVID, cancer, and any
other tragedy. Yet, even in the midst of the hurt, the anger, the frustration,
the inability to understand, God gives hope. He holds His hands out to the
broken, wraps His arms around the weary, lifts up the fallen and binds the
wounds.
The doctor wrapped a bandage around my leg, gave me a tetanus
shot and sent me on my way to be healed. God wraps His arms around me and keeps
me close. He embraces me as He heals my heart.
A wounded soul takes time to heal, it’s a process. In the
healing, scars may form and remind me of the pain I experienced, but they also
remind me of the One who loves me more than I understand. I am limited in my
understanding of why life happens the way it does, but God, the Great
Physician, understands and knows the outcome. My hope lies in His wisdom.
Ask God to bind the wounds of your heart.