Healing Old Wounds

Old wounds are tough. Emotionally, spiritually, and mentally tough to get over. Even with years of acceptance and healing, someone I love bumps it, BAM–it’s bleeding again.

If it keeps happening, I have a gaping wound that sends me horrible messages about how unworthy and unlovable I am. My first aid typically involves building a new scab with resentments that put me above them.

Although an excellent triage treatment, this doesn’t bring lasting healing. Neither does my other go-to Band-Aid of getting confirmation from others that I am okay.

The healing that brings resilience and elasticity comes when I sit in quiet moments, feel the pain, and let God knit it together again. It requires vulnerability to share the fears and pain and allow the Source of Love to show me who I really am so I can love again.

It isn’t easy, and it’s never perfect. It’s like fine China in a move–jostled around and crazy in the process. When it’s unpacked, I find something even better in the box.

Make it a good one peeps! Love you so.

Happy healing!

Psalm 147:3 says, “GOD heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

Morning in Mazatlán