A good friend of mine has a friend who just had a breast removed. And this girl, we’ll call her Janice, has asked my friend to come over to help clean her wounds.
My friend, we’ll call her Kathy, went over to do this on Saturday.
She’s done this a couple of times now, so she knows the routine. It doesn’t get easier, she said, but she knows what to do.
This time, while cleaning the wound of her friend, Kathy had a serious “ah ha” moment and she called to tell me about it. What she said brought me to tears.
While cleaning her wound she said that she realized that we really have very little to complain about, we already have everything we need.
While cleaning her wound she thought about how tired God must get from hearing us complain about minor things that really don’t matter.
While cleaning her wound she realized how fortunate we are to have the jobs we often complain about because Janice can’t go to her job right now.
While cleaning her wound she thought of how blessed she was and I was that we don’t have holes where body parts should be.
While cleaning her wound she marveled at Janice’s ability to smile and rejoice in the very fact that she was alive.
While these thoughts came to Kathy while cleaning a physical wound, I later began to think about the mental and emotion wounds we all have. And how, while cleaning them, we often find a sense of purpose and inner peace that we’d never find otherwise.
In other words, sometimes it is in the cleaning up of our messes, in the rearranging of our mental bandages, and in the discarding of some of our unhealthy thoughts and unnecessary worries that God is able to get our attention and cause us to do what’s needed to heal.
Whether physical, mental, or emotional, a lot can happen while cleaning our wounds.
My friend, we’ll call her Kathy, went over to do this on Saturday.
She’s done this a couple of times now, so she knows the routine. It doesn’t get easier, she said, but she knows what to do.
This time, while cleaning the wound of her friend, Kathy had a serious “ah ha” moment and she called to tell me about it. What she said brought me to tears.
While cleaning her wound she said that she realized that we really have very little to complain about, we already have everything we need.
While cleaning her wound she thought about how tired God must get from hearing us complain about minor things that really don’t matter.
While cleaning her wound she realized how fortunate we are to have the jobs we often complain about because Janice can’t go to her job right now.
While cleaning her wound she thought of how blessed she was and I was that we don’t have holes where body parts should be.
While cleaning her wound she marveled at Janice’s ability to smile and rejoice in the very fact that she was alive.
While these thoughts came to Kathy while cleaning a physical wound, I later began to think about the mental and emotion wounds we all have. And how, while cleaning them, we often find a sense of purpose and inner peace that we’d never find otherwise.
In other words, sometimes it is in the cleaning up of our messes, in the rearranging of our mental bandages, and in the discarding of some of our unhealthy thoughts and unnecessary worries that God is able to get our attention and cause us to do what’s needed to heal.
Whether physical, mental, or emotional, a lot can happen while cleaning our wounds.
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