Healing

Healing is fractional - it comes bit by bit, not all at once, unless God works a miracle. But don't look at the slow healing time as less of a miracle. If in that time we allow God to do a work in us, the miracle turns out to be even greater than an instant healing!

If God heals instantaneously, everything returns to the way it was, as if it never happened, but if we take the more painful journey of a step by step walk we have many hours of intimate moments with our loving Father.

That time is always available to us, but in our busy lifestyles when do we slow down enough to enjoy Him? I can picture a loving Father, seated by the bed of His child. The child is hurting, wounded, limited to the small chamber of emotional, physical, or spiritual healing, a 'soul hospital' if you will. Nowhere to go, nothing but time on his hands, the child is incapacitated in a way that is totally foreign to him.

Have you ever seen a sick child in a hospital crib? Some of these cribs look more like cages then beds, but they are necessary for that child's safety, so he may heal without harming himself further. I have seen parents all but stand on their head to keep a sick child still so that healing can take place. It is not a pain-free process - procedures, needles, tests - sometimes it seems to get worse in order to get better.

Sometimes we have to do our own diagnostic tests to see where the healing must begin. Painful? At times. But always with the goal of health, and always, always with our heavenly Father right by our bedside.

It is not that He isn't always there - It is usually that we ignore Him, simply too distracted to notice or take time with Him. We're so focused inwardly on our pain that we forget He's there! Hosea 13:5, 6 puts it this way, "I knew you in the wilderness, in the land of great drought. When they had pasture, they were filled. They were filled and their heart was exalted; therefore they forgot Me."

The sweetness we miss! The long hours of discourse - the laughter over private jokes, the comfort of His tender hand stroking our foreheads and reassuring us it will be all right.

I hate being sick, having to heal, going through the pokes and prods of soul diagnosis. But I love this time with You, Lord. I love curling up on Your lap, Abba Father, and having You rock me, knowing that in the security of Your arms, everything is going to turn out fine. No matter what happens.

All for Him,

Missy