Our Restore Retreats often include an experiential activity where each person is invited to a…
Recently a friend took my hand and looking intently and gently into my eyes, asked, “What is the pain of your heart? I long to know it. If you can, if you feel comfortable, please would you share it with me?” This friend received me with such tender love and honoring. This beautiful and healing experience was an encounter with Jesus’ Sacred Heart. Jesus so longs to receive my pains, my wounds, for me to let Him in. He so longs to love and cherish me in the sore spots. He is waiting for me, He holds my hands, His eyes don’t move from mine, He’s attentive to every word, every utterance, every motion, every drop, every tear. He wants it all. He wants me. I could never be too much for Him. He never gets tired. He wants more. He only wants more, but He’ll move gratefully at my pace. He’ll come as close as I want Him to, or stand as far back as I may need Him to at any given moment. He knows my heart and its sensitivities, and He will not withhold His love from me as He upholds my boundaries and protects me. He is gushing out ALL His Love for me ALL the time.
In this place of opening my wounds to Him, there is intimacy and closeness. I am opening my vulnerability to Him; and He is opening His healed and healing vulnerability to me! His wounded Sacred Heart is open to me all the time. He always lays it bare for me. It is always open, always bleeding for me.
“Behold the Heart that has so loved men that it has spared nothing, even to exhausting and consuming Itself, in order to testify to Its love.” ~ Jesus to St. Margaret Mary Alacoque
As I share my wounds with Christ, He opens His wounds to me. It is actually His open floodgates that allow me to open in trust. Wound to Wound. Heart to Heart. Open side pressing up against open Side, a kiss of wounds. So tender, so gentle. Here, inside meets inside. What could be more intimate? An intimacy that is totally safe. Restful. Healing. It is not a toxic bond. His Wounds will not harm me or turn on me. His Wounds will not lead Him to self-protect, or reject me. He will not turn on me or turn in on Himself, licking His own wounds. He will not become narcissistic or self-absorbed. His Wounds LOVE me, His Wounds HEAL me, His Wounds are OPEN to me. His Wounds gush and give to me! His Wounds bleed for me and pour over my wounds as ointment, healing balm. His Wounds save and rescue me. His Wounds are my home, my refuge, my hiding place.
“In the shadow of your wings I seek refuge till harm pass by.” ~ Psalm 57:2
“The Lord alone is my refuge, my place of safety, my God in whom I trust.” ~ Psalm 91:2
Christ offers the Wound we caused as the very source of our healing! He offers the Wound we caused as our safe home and refuge. How merciful is the Lord. How tender. No grudge, no withholding. Just total outpouring of Love for us.
I feel no safer space than tucking myself into His Wounds. And into Mary’s womb. Wounds and womb, Blood, sweat, and tears. The Blood of Jesus, the sweat of working Joseph, and the tears of our sorrowful Mother. Our healing, our anointing. Healing is intimacy and intimacy is healing. Not only are we consoled in this intimacy with Christ the Bridegroom, but His Heart is consoled as well. This is true mutual spousal love, giving and receiving. A dance of love!
So let us not fear to bring our wounds right up to the Wounds of Jesus, sharing our broken, messy insides with His healing insides. Mutual opening, mutual sharing. Let us offer Him all of us as we receive all of Him. The Divine Exchange. He will receive our broken heart into His whole and holy Sacred Heart. And we shall be made new in His streams of merciful love, as He invites us into healing intimacy.