I blogged on this topic years ago…referencing Mercy Me’s song “The Hurt and The Healer.” This was a song that I listened to all the time while walking along the dark and scary roads of PTSD and coming to a place of acceptance with my new life…my new future that God had handed me through a life-threatening illness and life-saving hysterectomy.
I was the Hurt…and Jesus was/is The Healer.
We are all mere human beings…we get hurt. Sometimes over silly things…sometimes over big things. But when we are hurt by BIG things…it is sometimes hard to fish through all that hurt and remember that Jesus is there to heal us. When big, painful events come ripping through our lives…divorce, death, joblessness, sickness…it can feel as if He is so incredibly distant. But the truth is, Jesus is there in the midst of it all…holding your hand, walking beside you, even carrying you at times…and not only will you come out of it healed if you keep your eyes on Jesus, you will come out of it more beautiful…more joyful!
Over the years…since my sickness, the topic of “suffering” has been one that has fascinated me. While I get a lump in my throat thinking about it…it’s a topic that I want to learn more about…a topic I want to understand. Often times through my healing, I would ask myself and ask God “Why?” Why would God allow this? Why would God feel this is necessary? Why THIS way…THIS outcome? Surely God could’ve gotten my attention in a less life-altering way…
And honestly…I have been asking those same types of questions over the past two weeks with some events unfolding within our family.
John Piper puts suffering like this:
Persecution, disease, war, disability, disaster, freak accident, assault – all are alike in this: Satan aims to destroy your faith, but God aims to strengthen it.
In Psalm 30, David reminds us of The Healer…
v.2 O LORD my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.
v.5 Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
v.11 You have turned my mourning into dancing.
And while I sit here, emotionally drained and empty…I find comfort in these verses. While I sit here, with a worry-soaked heart…I know that Jesus turns mourning into dancing. He makes beauty from ashes. While I sit here, unaware of the purpose of it all and how it will be used for God’s glory, I know that God wastes nothing for the purpose of His will.
God’s wise, good, just, absolute sovereignty is pastorally precious beyond measure. Being able to say, “Satan meant it for evil, but God…” gives hope and strength. Nothing is wasted. Nothing surprises God.
And while I have nothing new or profound to add today, I said this in my original [The Hurt and The Healer] post and I will say it again here, “God has opened my eyes to this! I could have never survived this world-rocking journey without Him. I could have never come out “on top” without Him. I don’t see how something like this could happen to a person and you come out of it with a positive outlook on life and a joy for the future without trusting in the plan that God has for your life! So…I encourage you…trust in Him with all you have!”
Jesus is the one, true Healer.
His will, His way…