Some days the fact that my healing journey has no definitive end date is frustrating and exhausting. Yet other days I am able to see my journey as a gift and an adventure. I wonder if my “healing journey” is really just a name for what I am called to do each and every day… live in a broken world with my eyes fixed on Jesus and with trust and hope, in every moment, become a truer reflection of the image of God.
Becoming… it is an active continual process. The acts of becoming and of healing are integral to one another and possibly synonymous. In this broken world can I – can any of us – escape the heartbreak, trauma, sufferings that inflict physical, emotional, and spiritual wounds? Our wounds invite us to open the door to healing again and again. I experience a deep peace when I shift my perspective and see my physical and emotional pain as the doorway to healing. My Lord has proven Himself a faithful and gentle Physician. Together we have walked through many thresholds with pain and sorrow as welcome mats. But when I turn my gaze from my wounds to the brilliance of His Light piercing through the cracks of the doorframe, I am not afraid to push the door open
As I come to know the Bridegroom more and more, I am learning that His love necessarily reveals ever deeper wounds and the healing He desires for me is truly an ongoing process. He does not want any wounds or distorted thoughts to stand in the way of our loving one another freely, totally, faithfully, and fruitfully. His loving necessarily heals and re-creates.
Behold, the Bridegroom makes us new, again and again!
Together in His Heart,