“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” (Ps. 147:3, NKJV).
A year ago today, Lily and I were airlifted out of Iquitos in a military plane. She was in a medically induced coma on life support. This whole month – the anniversary of the month that we spent in the hospital – has been a time of reflection and healing. Over and over, I look at Lily and my heart overflows with gratitude that she is here with us, and that she is full of vitality and life.
I mentioned healing. This word particularly applies to Lily herself. Last year, her body slowly healed from very serious illnesses. However, there is more to her than just her body. Her soul was left with wounds that have healed more slowly than her body. For months, she has periodically been having moments where she remembers her time in the ICU. The memories that she has are of the days after she woke up from the coma. She was six years old; alone in a somber, unknown environment; surrounded by masked faces and gravely sick children… and they would hardly let me in to be with her, except for one hour a day. This was very scary and lonely for her.
So, we’ve been talking about it, whenever she’s wanted to. She’s been sharing her memories with me, with some tears. I have been holding her close and encouraging her that Jesus wants to heal her heart. I’ve been encouraging her to invite Him into those hurting places.
The other night, the moment came. We had read a Bible story and were praying at bedtime. Suddenly, she got teary, remembering again. Holy Spirit led me to put my hand on her heart and begin to pray for healing. His presence came over us in a tender, tangible way. I could feel Him leading me in every word flowing from me.
I encouraged her to visualize handing her heart to Jesus, with its pain. She did so, and told me that it looked like a “piece of chicken.” I think she was referring to the rawness of it. She saw Him receiving it lovingly. Then she said to me expressively through her tears, “He’s talking to me.”
I asked her what He was saying. She answered readily, “That He loves me very much and He is with me. That even though the ICU is a sad place, I don’t need to be afraid. He says He is always going to protect me.”
Jesus also told her that the sadness would not stay. He let her know that it was leaving and she would be able to “just have fun again.”
After we had prayed, she informed me, “I asked Jesus to write those words He said to me on my heart, so I could read them there if I ever get scared.” “Did He do that?” I asked. “He’s doing it right now,” she said, and smiled. The sadness had indeed evaporated and disappeared. She went to sleep that night full of His peace, and so did I.
Holy Spirit put it on my heart to share this with you. Here’s why: He wants you to know that He longs to heal the wounds on the inside of you, too. He shows no favoritism; His beautiful gifts are for all of His beloved children… and that is who you are! He is an indescribably kindhearted, faithful Healer. His heart was broken at Calvary so He could restore yours. Is your soul needing healing today? With great tenderness, I encourage you, invite Him into those hurting places…
“He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted… and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair” (Is. 61:1,3 NIV).
Do you know Jesus as the Healer of your soul? Have you experienced His healing touch?