Don't Let It Heal Crooked

November 15

My hand is finally healing. After six weeks of my hand being out of commission, I can make a fist. It is a loose fist, but it is a fist. A week ago, I could barely move it. Thank you, Father, for giving me back my hand. The doctors have told me that I have four months to get full use of my hand back from the time of my injury. If I don’t, then the chances are that I never will. When bones and tendons are left to heal the wrong way, they will never be right. Fingers will not be able to do what fingers are supposed to do effectively. Arms, legs, and feet will not carry, walk, or hold things like they were created to do. You may still have them, but they are not effective anymore. The same thing can happen with emotional wounds. The wounds we receive when we are young can heal the wrong way and leave us disabled. Sometimes we don’t even notice the broken place because we don’t remember a time when we weren’t like this. We do not have a painful memory associated with our behavior. We think that the way we are doing life is natural. I don’t cry, or I always cry, is just how I am.

Children are excellent recorders of events; they are terrible interpreters. Things are said, events happen, and we make conclusions that are sometimes wrong. Those conclusions become beliefs about ourselves, God, others, and how the world works. Only God can heal what was broken so long ago. God is not only healing my hand; He is healing my heart and emotions.