He Will Bandage Our Wounds

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My mom fell over the weekend and broke her arm.  It was a bad break which requires surgery.

Her fall got me thinking about humanity's frailty and strength.  It seems to be a contradiction - humans simultaneously being frail and strong at the same time.  Yet it's true.  We fall.  We sometimes break.  But we almost always find the strength to put the pieces back together.

I saw this demonstrated in my mom this weekend.  When she initially fell, she asked for help.  But when help was offered, she declined in favor of picking herself up off the ground.

Then the lyrics of a Shane & Shane song popped into my head - "He will heal us; He will bandage our wounds."  These words are pulled straight from scripture, from Hosea 6.

How profound.

I don't know about you, but sometimes I think it's up to me to fix myself.  When I fall, most of the time I just pick myself up and keep going.  If I've got a scrape, I put a band-aid on it.  If it's deeper, I might have someone look at it to see if it needs stitches.

But turn to Jesus, my Healer?

Scripture says that He will heal us and bandage our wounds.

So why don't we let Him?

When we fall, He offers to heal us and to bandage our wounds.  He extends His hand to pick us up, dust us off, and cleanse us with His healing balm.  He offers us grace and unconditional love.

I don't know about you, but I want Him to heal my wounds.  I long for Him to wrap up my wounds and to feel His healing balm on my skin.  To know that His grace and love are covering me.  All I have to do is cry out for Him when I've fallen.  That may mean putting aside my stubborn pride and asking for Him to reach out His hand.  But, oh how I need His healing touch!

Who do you turn to for healing when you fall?

5AM Wake Up Call

Hello, Monday.  You came very, very early today.

Today started with a 5AM wake up call.  My step-dad called to make sure I was awake.  He knows I'm not a morning person.  He also knows I sleep until the very last minute.  But today I needed to be awake early. 

Why so early, you ask?

On Friday my mom fell and broke her arm.  It is a break which requires surgery, unfortunately.  Today was her follow-up appointment with the orthopedic surgeon.  It was scheduled for 7am, but with the use of only one arm, little things we take for granted take much much longer to do.

Getting dressed.  Brushing teeth.  Fixing hair.  Making coffee.

Yep, it takes twice the time to do all those things.

So I was my mom's extra arm this morning.  I helped her get ready, made her a cup of coffee, and loaded her up in the car to go to her appointment.  Thankfully the appointment didn't last long, just long enough to confirm the necessity of surgery and to schedule it.  We also got to watch a cool little demo of what the surgery will be like.  Then it was back into the car and home.

What's the good in all of this?  I got to spend extra time with my mom.  She's pretty special and I never get to spend enough time with her (even though I live right across the street from her). 

Also, Mom's fall & upcoming surgery remind me that humanity is fragile, yet have such strength and determination.  It's a strange contradiction.  Frailty vs. strength.  But that's how we're made. 

We fall.  We get hurt.  Sometimes we even break. 

With enough strength and determination, we can pick the pieces up and put ourselves back together again.  With His help, perhaps the new version of us will be even more stronger & beautiful than the original.

How has your day been so far?  Have you ever fallen & had to have help putting the pieces back together?