Friday, October 21, 2016

Wounded and Healed

“Come, let us return to the Lord. He has torn us to pieces but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds.”  --Hosea 6:1

I broke the only bone I’ve ever broken when I was walking the dog. It was my right wrist. (I’m right-handed, naturally.) It broke in four places. I fell on some ice. I slid down the slope of a driveway and came to rest lying at the bottom. Lexi trotted after me and stood looking down into my face looking up her, wondering what in the heck I was doing. In the following weeks, as I struggled to manage dog, leash, and treats with an immobilized hand, I was well aware that I wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place if I hadn’t been walking the dog. Sometimes our bones get broken when we’re walking with God. Lamentations 3:4 describes sorrow and distress so deep it feels like broken bones. As we limp by God’s side, we’re aware that we wouldn’t be hurt if we weren’t walking with God in the first place. Our guilt, our disappointment, our faults, our defeat—which we would never have known if we didn’t know Christ—are the very things that hobble us when we try to walk in faith. God tears our self-satisfaction to pieces; he wounds our pride. And then he heals us. Facing our failures is painful, but God’s mercy is like balm. I recovered from my injury. God restores us to fitness so we can walk further with him.

Dear God, My bones may be broken by sorrow or guilt when I walk in faith. Heal me so I can walk further with you. Amen

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