Published on Facebook by Deborah Negron
I have wounded you. I have placed you in the desert place. I have caused calamity to come. But not to destroy you but to correct you. Not to hinder you but to draw you near. I am the one who gives the wound and also the balm. I bandage the broken hearted and allow them to be healed as they see their need for me.
17 For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the Lord; because they called thee an Outcast, saying, This is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.
19 And out of them shall proceed thanksgiving and the voice of them that make merry: and I will multiply them, and they shall not be few; I will also glorify them, and they shall not be small. 20 Their children also shall be as aforetime, and their congregation shall be established before me, and I will punish all that oppress them.
We often look at crisis in a negative way. We look at physical pain and right away want to calm the symptoms without going to the root of the problem.
We are a society that seeks results fast. We want there to be no process. We just want outcomes.
But let us consider the miraculous process of conception. The sperm and the egg. The fertilization. The nine months of growth and development. The cellular composition and changes that occur within the hidden parts of the womb. The only one who can discern all is the Lord. He knows the miracle and engineering necessary to form that being inside the womb. Yet it would never be possible without this process, this time, this pain and anguish and yes, this crisis of birthing a child.
We too go through a process. We hit moments in life where nothing makes sense. Where the pain is unbearable and we may think we will not make it. But oh, this process is necessary. This breaking away of self and flesh is needed.
We need to come to the end of ourselves and the beliefs that have made us weak. We need to come to the place where we recognize we can do nothing without the Lord.
We need to submit to the process and find that the outcome will be the work of the Master, the Author and the Potter.
Lord, in me, cause there to be surrender. Cause there to be an open brokenness. Then you, who are able, can mend, restore and restructure. You who are able, can remake and form your character in me.
I am coming to the end of myself and finding, it’s okay. It’s where I need to be.
Lord, you are still holding me. In spite of me, You love me and know me.
I am yours.
Have your way.
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