When the Message Gets Muddy with My Wounds

I hate it when His message gets muddied in my wounds.

Ever been there?

The raw pain in your heart comes pouring out like a muddy swamp and shows how very little you really do trust His love.

And that’s ok. God can take it.

God isn’t disappointed or mad, He loves us. He wants us to drag those hurts to Him and unload them. Then fall, once again, into the arms that are always waiting to embrace us.

I was looking at one of my scars the other day. It reminds me of the circumstances and injury that caused the ugly slash on my arm. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but I remember the pain that it once was.

It kind of works like that when we let God heal our hurts. The scars are there, and if reminded we can tell the story of how they were inflicted. But once healing takes place…even though we remember how bad it hurt, the sting of pain is gone.

For that reason, I love my scars. They don’t hurt anymore, but they remind me of a time when I did hurt. A time when the hurt was so real I was bleeding all over everything in sight. I’ve learned a few things since then.

1. I will avoid putting my fist through plate-glass windows. 2. I will avoid putting my faith in man instead of God.

Plate glass windows are unforgiving and man is…well…faulty to say the least (myself included).

When we grasp how much He loves us, we heal. Healing has a way of wiping the mud off the message. Thank You Lord.