Wounded

There isn't really any other way to describe it. I don't know that you even would have spotted it, unless you chose to look into my eyes. I tried not to let on, didn't want others to know that my heart had been pierced deeply-I wish it wasn't so. I want to be one of those people that isn't bothered by the little things, but I find that I am-that I feel deeply-both the joys and the pain (sorrows). So, my heart is wounded, my confidence shaken, and my eyes downcast. I don't deal with this very well. It isn't a comfortable feeling and yet one that I find I confront more than I want to.

I turn this evening to the Great Physician-for I feel that he alone knows the truth of this wound and can speak truth to bring healing. Perhaps, if it causes me to look into the eyes of my Heavenly Father and seek to listen to what He says about me instead of believing lies, perhaps then being wounded isn't such a bad thing after all. Perhaps some good can come from the cleansing tears and the wounded soul.

Psalm 147:3-5-
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of stars and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit.

Isaiah 61:1-3-
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has appointed me to preach the good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives and
release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn, and
provide for those who grieve in Zion-

to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and
a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.