I was praying this morning, and I had a random thought. I wonder how many of us have had a skinned knee, or a broken bone? Seems simple enough right? At one point in time, we have all had some ailment of some sort that has taken time to heal. Our wounds are public..at age 7, when we fell and skinned our knees, it was almost a badge of honor to say that we has a boo-boo. Face it. When you fell, you went to your mother, who kissed it, put a Band-Aid on it and said, "All Better..." When you went to get that bone repaired, you were put in a cast, which you proudly allowed others to sign.
Yet, as adults, we seem to have a hard time with the emotional aspects of life. We hurt without knowing why, and even if we did, how many of us are willing to admit it? What happens to us from the age of 7 to adulthood? Do we even cast it onto Him? I think it is time to be transparently honest about who we are in Christ, and begin to allow Him to heal us...Selah...
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