The beautifully hard thing about suffering is that it leaves a person stripped of everything but Jesus. And it is in that very place I have become convinced of His enough-ness.
Like a parched tongue desires water or a starving stomach churns for food.
As much as I desire for God to restore all that I’ve lost, I’ve found that true healing only comes when I crave God’s presence more than any other thing.
Christ is all; Christ is my all-in-all.
It is only when I desire the Healer more than the healing, the Giver more than the gift, the Redeemer more than the redemption, the Savior more than the saving—only when I find all that I need in Him—that I find the wholeness my soul seeks.
This cannot be rushed. It also cannot be fabricated. Christ’s wholeness is imperative in order for us to help others. Hurt people hurt people; healed people heal people. I don’t know about you, but I deeply desire to be an agent of hope and healing to this hurting world, and that requires quality time with Jesus.
Life may break us, but God’s kids do not need to stay broken. Hope is available and healing is possible—in Christ, alone.
This level of healing takes time, and we will likely be left with scars. It’s what we do with those scars that makes all the difference…because our scars are often where the Son most brightly shines through!
I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah
Psalm 143:6