Time heals all wounds. We hear it all the time. But it’s not always true. Some wounds don’t heal.
August 15th, 11 years ago, I lost my Dad. On a Wednesday morning. Gone way too soon. It still hurts just as deep. I cope, but I don’t think I’ve healed.
Divorce. There’s no healing from that.
Watching those you love in pain from one hurt or another… whether they brought it on themselves, or if something is happening to them through no fault of their own. Sometimes there’s no getting over that.
There’s a song that I sing, or used to a lot, written by Gregory Luck & Ronnie Bowman, and recorded and sang perfectly by Ronnie Bowman, called “Healing Kind”. That’s one of those songs that you know you should have written yourself.
I trust in my God that He will deliver us from evil. I trust that He will walk through the fire with us. After all, what happens on this earth, on this side of Heaven, is only temporary. What’s waiting ahead; no more pain, no more suffering, is but a blink of an eye away.