The hurts don’t always come when you expect them to.
Neither do the healings.
It was Sunday afternoon. I was with a group of friends in our church van. The mood was light. We were anticipatory of the worship event we were headed towards.
So it wasn’t on my radar. But once we merged onto I-65, it hit me. Strongly.
We’re about to pass the place where my mom died.
The last place on earth where her spirit was present.
And it hurt. Strongly.
I thought I was more healed than I was. After all, I’ve already been back to her assisted living facility, and I made it okay there. But I’m far, far from healed.
Jeff recognized it. He reached out his hand and acknowledged it. I texted my sister. She feels the ache, too, and she responded back in kind.
But someone else was watching.
My phone made its noise and I felt the vibration.
It was a text from someone else. From someone one row of seats behind me in the van.
It said simply, “I love you!”
It was from my 15-yr-old daughter. It was to her mother, curled up in the front seat of a van, trying to hide, unnoticed, as tears spilled out anyway.
My daughter and I have our own healing to do. Like all relationships, the mother/daughter one leaves scars. Fifteen years is plenty long to create wounds.
So getting an unexpected text from her observant eye that said, “I love you” was an unexpected gift of healing.
At our worship event—“At the Cross”—lay another unexpected gift of healing. Jeff prayed a prayer over our hurting family. For me, a daughter here, missing her mother gone. For my daughter here, needing a mother present.
But with each unexpected gift of grace, the Father is closing the wound.
I can’t predict how He sends the gifts, but I know them when I see them. A hand, a text, a prayer.
And best of all, He’s already prepared more gifts of healing where those come from.
They will be unexpected. But thankfully, He won’t be.
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How have you seen God in your healing?
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