When healing comes slowly
Shattering! We use the word so lightly but it is also the only word I can use to describe what I had seen. Like Humpty Dumpty falling off the wall, brokenness surrounded me - broken pieces, broken hearts, broken people, and broken me. How do you recover from heart-breaking trauma? How do you cope? How do you heal? These were the questions I sat on the beach pondering. The beach and my bible, my go to places when life becomes overwhelming. I read the story of Jesus healing the blind man with spit in Mark 8:22-26 and mentally pushed it aside. It didn’t appear to have any connection to my current pain but the comment in the accompanying devotional caught my attention: “This encounter reminds me that God is not in a rush. The intimacy the man shares with Jesus – the hand-in-hand journey, the level of touch and connection – would not have happened in a quicker, less-messy experience.” (1.) I was pulled back into the story by the word "messy". Life l...