“He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds. He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name. Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite. The LORD lifts up the humble; He casts the wicked down to the ground. Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; Sing praises on the harp to our God,”
Psalms 147:3-7 NKJV
Those of us who have early childhood traumas are fractured, broken, destroyed from within. We are the brokenhearted, the ones bearing deep sadness, and lacking trust. I have struggled with an overwhelming level of hyper vigilance. My radar is on high all the time as I maneuver through this world. I am ever watchful for enemies, people who may harm me. It has all led to my having a “fortress mentality”, where I keep everyone at a distance. Even today, I spend much time alone, even secluding myself at church, sitting as far from others as I can. I struggle with trust.
Inside of that external fortress is a heart, badly damaged, bleeding and wounded. In my life there has been no greater day than Resurrection Sunday 1998, when The Lord Jesus came to heal my broken heart, to reclaim it, bind my wounds, and make me new. It was, and is a marvelous miracle, as I am being transformed and renewed continuously.
contijThat is the great miracle, the change He has made in my life and the lives of countless others who have called upon the name of the Lord.
To think that the One who “counts the number of the stars, ” considered one as lowly as me. He loves me, and knows the numbers of the hairs on my head as well as He knows the numbers of the stars. I am speechless.
Believers, know that the Lord can heal your broken heart. I read so many stories from the prayer chair, of people abandoned by family, of people whose children have strayed, of estrangement, of divorce. In the midst of it all, know that you have a Savior who will never leave you or foresake you. He is always there.
On my darkest day, back in July of 2004, I faced the greatest struggle of my life. I was diagnosed with Diffuse Large B Cell Lymphoma. A non Hodgkins lymphoma. Cancer. In the darkness of that moment, I felt the presence of God in such a way that I can’t describe. I embraced the word of God and sought Him with every bit of attention I could muster. I spent hours in prayer each day. He met me in the darkness, in my despair and brought the light of hope.
Every year I am reminded of that journey as I approach my annual checkup. If all goes well today, it will be 16 years of survival. Sixteen years of God using me, guiding me, ministering to the saints through me. The experience has taught me that our God is faithful. I can humbly say that my life belongs to Him, as He has long ago laid claim to my future, as He has my life in His hands.
Surrender your broken heart to the One who knows the number of the stars, Who made the heavens, all of creation, and you. Give thanks to the Lord today, as He is for you who called upon the Lord for salvation, and have been forgiven.
““The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, Because the LORD has anointed Me To preach good tidings to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives, And the opening of the prison to those who are bound;”
Isaiah 61:1 NKJV