Healing

There is something to be said about the process of healing. From emotional to physical it seems to me the way we heal is similar, with all the pain and all the heartache being equal. When your body begins to heal it forms a scab, it is your body’s natural healing process set into motion. There are times when the scab is reopened letting a reminder of the hurt, what you are being healed from, become apparent and ache once again. The hope is that scab will heal quicker and quicker once it is broke open letting fresh air and words of wisdom in that last time. I don’t think any of us know how long it will take for us to heal from physical pain or emotional heartache. We all have been hurt and wonder in the midst of the pain, just how long can these hurts really last? It is bound to let up sometime. Other times, I think we believe we are healed and in an instant your scab is uncovered once again and you are left thinking about the hurt all over again, only hoping that the process is almost complete.

Yesterday was a day of healings. Emotions were overflowing at our Children’s Home, tears shed and anxiety levels showing on our faces. From emotional to physical healing, we all were affected by life yesterday. We started our day as we have; sun bright and God’s beautiful Kenyan light shining down. As we were visiting, we all began to dwindle down until there were only a couple of us left, talking about life and love and travels. As Joyce and I were sharing, she shared with me a little more of her life, and in turn I felt God encouraging me to share some more of mine with her. I say yesterday was a day of healing for many reasons and this was the first that day. Its funny when you start to see God’s plan for your healing process begin to take shape. Joyce already knew what I was going to tell her yesterday before I told her and she was waiting for me to share. I don’t pretend to know how she already knew, I just know that God put me with her and Ron on this trip for a reason and she knows my heart, she said she could see it in my eyes the day we met. So yesterday she was there with words of wisdom and words to encourage, and it was her sharing and being transparent with me, that weighed on my heart for me to tell my stories and share my hurts. I believe we all have been healed of something in our life that in turn enables us to help another later down the road. Our life is a living testimony of where we have been and as we learn and grow, later we can use that to encourage and relate to someone else.

There was physical pain and in turn healing yesterday as well. Jeff was bitten by a spider a few days ago and it has gotten progressively worse. With his leg swollen, fever setting in, and anxiety rising, the Doctor finally said it… you have to go to the hospital in El Doret, a town about an hour from here, via very bumpy and uncomfortable car ride. So we sent Jeff and Carla out on their journey to seek healing that we were not able to give Jeff. The waiting began, the tears flowed and prayers began in abundance. We waited the day out, played with the kids, and tried to remember that God’s plan is bigger than our own. Last night Jeff’s fever subsided and the swelling began to let up. This morning his leg is healing, slowly but surely and they are on their way home!

Yesterday I felt I could not catch my breath. It left me with an open wound once again and at first it took my breath away. I went through the day heartbroken and wounded, wondering why God needed me to reopen wounds that I thought had already begun to heal. But then I was then reminded that healing of any wound is better when it is cared for. When you have others there to help you, Doctors for your physical needs, and people that love you to kiss your emotional wounds, it will help you have a lesser scar. The hope is that the scars that we end up with through our life will enable us to help heal other people’s wounds in the future. These times that we conquer now will be battle wounds that will help us relate to and care for others who need it in the future. How can we care for others wounds if we don’t know how bad they hurt and how to help them heal?