A few years ago, my wife stood up to go turn the light in the hallway off. Instead, her lights went out…she passed out. In the process of passing out, she fell on her left forearm – and snapped both bones resulting in a hand that was an inch too high and an inch and a half too far to the left. Needless to say, we went to the hospital.
In the hospital, x-rays were taken, pain medication was administered, and the doctor pulled on my wife’s broken hand – wrenching the bones back into place (not to mention my stomach getting wrenched while watching). She had to have surgery, pins, plate and cast. The cast eventually came off – the pins and plate remain.
Her arm will never be the same again. No one else can tell just looking at her, or how she functions on a daily basis. In fact, thanks to good medical care, there is very little difference in how she functions on a daily basis – including playing the piano on our worship team. But every now and then, there’s a catch. There’s a reminder.
Healing takes time, but it also takes a healer.
Same time, same effort, same person without the healer pulling, setting and pinning – no hand and no forearm.
Sin is brokenness. Sin causes brokenness.
God wants to heal you…but it’s going to hurt, it’s going to take time and its going to take your cooperation.
Go to church, go to God, grit your teeth and let him set your broken heart in line with Him.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3, NIV)