Part of the Process

Earlier this week I had a minor surgical procedure on my shoulder and things are going better than expected, my doctor is even surprised, Thank You Jesus. Now it is just time for the healing to take place.

With any healing it is a process, I have more mobility and less pain every day. I have bruises that have started to appear and are now going through the various stages of color dark purple to green to yellow. I have a rash from the bandage tape that is fading. The worst part is the stitches. I have two of them and with each day they are becoming more and more of a nuisance. As I have more use of that arm they tend to pull, and itch! My goodness they itch, I know that is a good indication of the healing and I will resist the urge to pull them out myself and wait until Monday and let the doctor do it.

Physical healing is a process but so is emotional. We all experience the pain, irritation and the different phases of healing. Just like with the stitches we would love to pull out and skip that part, but we are only truly healed and not scarred if we allow the full process to take place.

New Manifestations

21 Days of Focused Prayer – Day 12
Isaiah 53:5; 58:8; healing, open doors, miracles, freedom, praise

Isaiah 53:5 (New Living Translation)
5 But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed.

If I spend any amount of time reading this verse and reflecting on all the the Lord has done for me I can do nothing by praise Him. It was for me that He suffered the terrible pain on the cross and it was for me that He sits on the throne of Glory today.

Yes, I have witnessed first hand the miracle of healing in my life [read my post from May 25th http://reflectionsofkj.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-big-c.html ] But the greater miracle is the wholeness and freedom I walk in today. I was crude, rude and obnoxious before I accepted Jesus as my Lord and savior. Rebellion was who I was not something I did. I was a broken mess from what had been done to me and what I had done to others.

Jesus has taken that pile of failure and healed me, released me from my own prison and continues to mold and shape me into His own image. How can I not Praise Him?