Sometimes I think about things like how when you put a Band-Aid on an owie, you don't sit around and wonder if it is healing underneath. Nope, you just trust that little piece tape and gauze to do it's job, and that job is to cover and protect the wound so it can heal. That reminds me of when we are wounded by life Jesus is the Band-Aid. I don't need to sit around worrying about whether or not he's doing his job, but trust that he is and that healing is happening.
Just like when you get a cut or a scrape it takes time to heal. I mean you can put neosporin on the wound to help it along, but still it can take days, months or years. Even after the wound has healed it may start itching again tempting you to scratch it open and start the whole process over again. The best thing to do is just be thankful for the Band-Aid doing it's job and leave the wound alone with the band-aid to heal. You can't undo it, you can't run away from it, it just has to go through the process.
At 36 I really didn't think I'd be recovering from a wound like this. I thought I would be smart enough to pull the band-aid out of the box myself, but sometimes we need help. Sometimes the wound is so great you can't even look at it until it's covered by the band-aid. That's where i'm at today. The band-aid is on. I'm so tempted to rip it off and scratch that itchy healing owie, but I can't. I want nothing more than complete healing.
So there you are. Jesus is my Band-Aid. The Holy Spirit is my Neosporin, and the Father is the one who puts them both on. This is where the healing begins.
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