Sometimes, healing comes instantly, but more often than not, it’s a long and tedious process.
Just as it takes a broken limb weeks, even months to mend, the heart needs so much more.
We are emotional beings. We are thought-filled humans, and wounds are like a heavy broomstick lying atop a tangled web of cords.
You’re not going to move that stick without disturbing the cords. You can’t just grab it, swoop it up, and call it a day.
You’re gonna have to move slow.
You’re gonna have to breathe deep and exhale at a snail’s pace.
You’ve got to ensure the healing is there.
And sometimes, a tiny gesture, a simple word, a small memory can come crashing in to slam that stick back onto the pile and even twist it a good bit!
Slow down, one more time.
Breathe in deep, one more time.
Exhale slowly, one more time.
Now, go work on picking up that stick again, one more time.
You can do this hard.
It might be messy, excruciating and long, but I promise you:
The healing is worth it.
Then He came to Bethsaida; and they brought a blind man to Him, and begged Him to touch him. So He took the blind man by the hand and led him out of the town. And when He had spit on his eyes and put His hands on him, He asked him if he saw anything. And he looked up and said, “I see men like trees, walking.” Then He put His hands on his eyes again and made him look up. And he was restored and saw everyone clearly.
Mark 8:22-25
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