Psalm 103:5 “who satisfies your desires with good thingsso that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.”
Galloping in front with a rope around my waist, I usually led the pack of revelers. My greatest delight was running in the sunshine with no goal other then the pure joy of racing ahead of the pack. I guess that will give you some idea of my personality.
Any pulling on the rope or change of pace from my posse in back would cause me to trip, so, when I fell headfirst into the gravel, it was no surprise to me. My mom, uncles and aunts were sitting around the formica kitchen table in our home drinking coffee and chatting. My tears and bleeding hand brought an urgency to clean the wound.
Unfortunately, there was a piece of gravel that sat in between a bundle of nerves in my little hand. I know it was with the greatest intentions that my uncles held me down on the table that morning to try and pick that stone out of my hand. Every time the tweezers went into my hand, I would jump. So, off we went to the hospital to have it done properly.
Can you imagine the person who is walking around this life today with a piece of sharp fragment sitting in their soul? Every time a certain word is spoken, or a song is sung, or a fragrance lingers in the air, it is like someone is poking in that raw area with a sharp instrument.
We often wonder why a person we love reacts oddly to our words or our actions. Perhaps the intent is to bless. But, they receive it as a “blast”. What can we do?
It is good to remember that only God knows our hearts. Only He can truly give us the desires of our hearts, not those that we love. Yes, He places others in our lives to love, and to be loved. However, nobody else knows those dark places of pain better then the Father. He, like the good doctor that fateful day, can circumnavigate your hurts, your sorrows, and your tender places. He knows how the hurt came in. He knows what is needed to tenderly heal those wounds. He knows how to anaesthetize the wound and when it is time to safely deal with it. So, why isn’t He the first person that we go to in times of confusion, fear, doubt?
Why must we run around trying to be the “leader of the pack” and heal ourselves, others, especially our loved ones? Why do we try and mask the pain with alcohol, food, sex or other worldly pleasures? Or, sometimes, become dead to all of our emotions?
I would venture to say, maybe, it is because we do not trust the One who promises to heal us from all of our sins, wounds and sorrows. We would rather allow life’s problems poke, prod and dig into those hidden places of irritation until we can stand it no more.
Yes, it was painful to have five needles poked into that sore area to take the pain away enough so doctors could remove the offending shard. But, what relief when the pain was taken away! And, the hand was completely healed.
Well, there is still a small scar there to remind me of my childhood foolishness. It also serves to remind me to take all of my wounds, whether they are mine or another’s, into the hands of the all powerful, mighty, and healing God.