God Healed My Wounds!

God Healed My Wounds!

Recently I attend a meeting and in attendance were many people I hadn’t seen in months. I was apprehensive about seeing them because I didn’t know how I would be received because before my hiatus there was a severing of sorts in our relationship.

But God had prepared me in advance for the break in relationship. He showed me that I would be wounded. In a vision the Lord showed me a circle of people talking in a dim area. The topic of discussion was me. And as I saw the images playing before my eyes my heart ached within me. Tears streamed down my face as I realized they were tearing me apart with their words. Several of the faces I recognized while others all I saw was their backs.

As I sobbed before the Lord, I was moved to pray—for forgiveness, healing, that they would see themselves and be brought to shame before God.

At the meeting hall, I waited to greet some of the very people I saw in the vision… my stomach filled with butterflies.

Was I ready for this? Was I prepared enough for this encounter? Had I really forgiven them? Was I truly healed from my woundings?

I was pleasantly surprised at the warm greeting I received from most of the people—hugs, kisses and smiles. Yet the one who had caused the deepest wound treated me as if I were non-existent.

I left the meeting hall in a flash to consult the Lord. I poured out my heart to him. I cried before him. My chest ached as if it had been stabbed with a knife. My breathing was labored.

I asked God “why is it that I must return to a place I know I am not wanted?” And as I unburdened my heart before him he healed my wounded heart. He encouraged me with songs. He comforted me with his word, “I will make you a wall to this people, a fortified wall of bronze; they will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you to rescue and save you,” declares the LORD” Jeremiah 15:20 (NIV).

Yet I found it difficult to leave this place of safety before the Lord, out under the open heavens. The wind bore witness to my pain. The sun kept watch over my anguish. The trees cheered me on as I lifted my voice in song before my Lord. The grass sat in attentive silence as I declared the word of the Lord before the clouds.

When I finished my heart was uplifted—my hope was in the Lord my God and my wound was healed. And every time the enemy tried to peel away the scabs I applied to word of the Lord. When he tried to fire another dart by bring up the memory—I sang a song unto the Lord.

The amazing thing is that even though the person who hurt me may never say “I’m sorry”… may never ask for my forgiveness… may never acknowledge how much hurt was caused by words spoken or actions taken—God healed me! He is the Lord… my God who healeth me! (Exodus 15:26).

If you have a wounded spirit why not get healed today?

Part I What is a wounded Spirit?

Part II Refusal to be comforted

Part III Watch out for spiritual germs