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Psalm 147.3 (NIV)
He heals the
brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
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| No profound healing can come apart from God.* |
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I’ve
had my heart broken a few times. My childhood best friend decided she didn’t
want to be friends anymore; my fiancé changed his mind about wanting to marry
me; my first marriage failed; after 25 years, I lost the job I loved; my dad
died. I don’t mean to down-play the gravity of my experiences - each one was
painful for me, but, seriously, I have only read about real suffering.
In
this moment, in these words, the psalmist has validated my pain by reminding me
that God hurts when I hurt. Even if I am crushed by something as
inconsequential as being stood up by friends, God cares. The voice in my head
that says, “You don’t have any right to be hurt over that!” is not God’s voice.
I
am not making a case for shallow, petty pouting. When I am hurt by the
thoughtlessness of others, I know that God will comfort me and help me to rise
above it rather than wallow in my self-pity. When real heartbreak comes, I can count
on my heavenly Father to let me cry on his shoulder and provide me with
supernatural consolation. When God heals our broken hearts and binds up our
wounds, he doesn’t leave us scarred. He makes us stronger.
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| Jesus knows how you feel.* |
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