The very memory makes it hard to breathe. Desperate for help, I painted on a smile and stepped into his office. The counselor took one look at me and passed over the box of tissues. We waited, but both of us knew that he wouldn’t come. In my heart,I felt no hope. How can you work on a marriage with only one person?
With a Bible laying in his lap, he gently counseled me. We talked of days of old. I reminisced of a childhood spent in the pews. Of nights at youth lock-ins and Wednesday night suppers. I told him of the day I walked the aisle and promised Jesus my heart.
He heard the stories that knit my life together piece by piece. The fond memories and the brokenness.
And then I told him about the day that my happily-ever-after all came crashing down. Tears invaded as I re-lived each detail of the nightmare.
The wounds were deep. Scars scarcely healed were left open and seeping.
He prayed and I cried. Then he opened the Bible to Isaiah 53 and began to press the words into my soul.
My child, Jesus has been through this. He has felt rejected. He has known sorrow.
He was despised and rejected by men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; Isaiah 53:3
I could feel the words rush over my soul. My savior was fully aquatinted with my grief. At yet, he was blameless.
As he kept reading, he landed on the phrase that would breathe life into my bones. The verse that gave hope to the hopeless and healing to the broken. The verse that would compel my body out of bed in the morning and deem life worth living, despite the darkness.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
By HIS wounds. It is by HIS wounds that I am healed.
I walked out of the office numb from the pain, but clinging to the only hope. After a lifetime of hearing the story of Jesus’ death and resurrection, never once had it occurred to me that THIS WAS ALL FOR ME. He died to heal my wounds. Not just my sin, but the wounds caused by ALL sin in life. There will still be pain, but there will ALWAYS be healing. Because He died for the HEALING.
I don’t want it all to be in vain. I must chose the healing.
{journal excerpt from Feb. 2010}
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Kim Sorgius
Kim is just a girl, crazy in love with Jesus. She's a single mother of 4, a passionate homeschooler and life-long student. After teaching 8 years in public school, she traded her M.A. in Early Childhood for sippy cups and homeschool co-ops. Kim is the owner and editor of The Homeschool Village and Not Consumed where she encourages others to rest victoriously in the hands of God, rather than allowing life's difficult circumstances to consume.
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oh sweet soul . . . thank you so much for the sacred gift of your transparency here. there is such worship in bringing Him our weariness & our brokenness. and oh, the thought that prompts a crescendo of praise within me to think that He chose the path of pain so that not only my sin can be washed away, but also so that my my pain may be washed in His healing blood as well!! oh, the glorious thought!
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds . . . ” (ps. 147:3)
oh hallelujah, what a Savior, indeed!
thank you so very much for sharing this powerful truth today, kim,
tanya
That’s another one of my favorites, Tanya. And Psalm 34:18, the Lord is close to the broken hearted.
His healing is the most precious, beautiful thing. My story is different but his touch is the same. And that is incredible.
Many blessings!
I that is one of the coolest things about God. While every story is woven so differently, he is ever so faithful!
The moments that brought me to that cry out to God and that soul-filling reminder that by His wounds, we are healed, are different ones, but God’s faithfulness blows me away every time I hear of it or experience it. There are times I wish away pain, but I’m coming to realize that without pain, we don’t know the wonder of healing.
“without pain, we don’t know the wonder of healing” . . .
WOW, amy lee . . . THANK YOU for that!
so powerful. and so very true.
Thanks for sharing. I too have been through a horrible divorce being the victim of an affair. This post took me back to that time and reminded me of the healing God has brought. Thank you for reminding me of all his resurrection has done for me. I am so thankful God heals and brings us a new better life. He not only heals he restores better than it was before!
I found you from the Good Morning Girls link up.
Thanks for visiting, Tiffany and for sharing your testimony. I am so thankful that he not only restores but builds our lives. Blessings to you, friend.
What a great concept – that we can choose the healing! And so very true. I appreciate your comment that the cross covers the wounds of sin as well as the sin itself. Beautiful post. Thank you for sharing!
It’s been several weeks since I wrote this and I still sit back in awe of how amazing our Lord is. So much more than my sin…