"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."
"Mom, my foot hurts." Allison held up her right heal to show me a rough spot. John glanced over my shoulder.
"I think I stepped on something at Deep Creek," she explained.
John and I exchanged a concerned glance with each other. That was a couple weeks ago when she had gone on the church youth camping trip to North Carolina. If she had a splinter, we'd be hard pressed to remove it now.
We soaked her foot in epsom salts, then John attempted to pry the object out with tweezers. No luck. We tried for a couple more weeks on our own before we admitted defeat and took her to the emergency care center tonight.
We learned she has a plantar's wart. A quick trip to the pharmacy and we found the right medicine. We have begun treating her foot properly and hope to soon put this incident behind us.
I wish we could just as easily go to the store to get ointment for our broken hearts. There isn't a single pill or salve on the market to heal it. Yet, we are beginning to climb out of our cave of solitude. I can almost see light on the horizon.
Many people still pray for us and reach out to us. I don't know how we could survive without this support.
They are God's salve. They do God's work. They wrap us up and help heal our wounds. What they are unable to fix, God will finish in time.
I like the idea of His binding up my wounds.
Yea--I hurt. I hurt real bad. But with His help, I will find a way to continue to reach out to others despite my personal pain.
Thank you, Lord, for loving me enough to bind up my wounds. I know I will always have a hole in my heart, so I pray you can at least make it not hurt so much.