I know the horse bite analogy may be a little far fetched, but I have to add this sequal anyway.
The other morning I was walking in the park. The weather was beautiful and I enjoyed the slice of time that I was taking for myself. As I walked, I accidentally touched the tip of my horse-bitten finger on my jeans and felt immediate pain. I couldn't imagine that it could still hurt like that, because the outside was totally healed. I never even thought about it anymore, and there was only a barely visible mark where the nasty wound had been. I must have touched it just right, however, because it hurt, and then reminded me that the inside must still be healing, even though the outside was fine.
Then it occurred to me that my life was like my finger. The Lord definitely did a marvelous work of healing in me, and I rarely think about my childhood abuse anymore. On the outside, no one would know the pain my deep wounds had caused me in the past. But every once in a while, if the circumstances are just right, a sharp pain radiates from the inside out, and I realize that there is still a part of me that is in the process of healing. But just as I know my finger will totally heal soon from its injury, I believe the day will come when all that will be left of the abuse will be a painless memory.
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