“And let us continue to consider how to motivate one another to love and good deeds, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another even more as you see the day of the Lord coming nearer.” ~Hebrews 10:24-25
There are many hurting people all around us. Some are obvious. Others not so much. But to be alive is to know some form of pain and it is safe to assume a great majority could benefit from being encouraged.
My spiritual gift is one of mercy. I hate to see people suffer. I have a deep sense of empathy and compassion.
I believe we all have a story to tell. Our stories are what provides hope for those who need it. Our earthly testimonies help heal hurts and eventually hearts. Oftentimes we go through things in order to empower someone else to face their own trial. In other words, our suffering has little to do with us, unless it is self-imposed. We have to remember that God can use anything. He can give us a purpose for our pain. He can turn our sorrow into strategy. With this in mind, Healing Hearts was born.
I sent a letter to one of our two women’s prisons requesting permission to host a workshop featuring poetry and testimony. This population is often forgotten, but I’m sure a lot of pain resides in the hearts of most prisoners. Remember those in prison, as if you were there yourself. Remember also those being mistreated, since you are also in the body. Hebrews 13:3. I haven’t heard back from the superintendent yet, but if it’s the will of God that I go there, it will be.
I will also be actively seeking other opportunities to share with others what God has done for me in order to cheer up those who are discouraged, and help those who are weak. ~1 Thessalonians 5:14
I count my pain all joy in order to glorify the Lord and serve others.
“It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23
Yesterday in church I looked around and noticed just how many people were shedding tears of brokenness. The hurt was palpable on so many faces. It is easy for me to recognize my old familiar friend, Pain.
The heaviness in the air made me feel such compassion. It’s hard to hurt, I know all too well. Suffering literally sucks the life out of you. While I do believe that there is value in the valley, too much overwhelms the soul.
I suppose most people go to church to nurse their wounded hearts. And to get sustenance for the week ahead. I do.
The messiness of life can drain us. It leaves us emotionally barren. Only the Great Physican can remedy this with His abundant, sufficient grace. The Bible tells us that His mercies are new every morning and that He is close to the brokenhearted.
The only thing we can do to combat the pain is to stay near God. Stay in His Word. Stay around likeminded believers. Stay in prayer. Stay faithful. Stay hopeful. Stay patient. Stay still.
“Seek the LORD while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near.” Isaiah 55: 6
When I am feeling emotionally overwhelmed by a troubling situation I am going through, I say this “pocket” prayer multiple times throughout the day:
Heal my hurt. Lord, heal my heart.
It’s simple but it works. The Lord hears this prayer the same as He hears all others. The length doesn’t matter; He only cares that our heart is seeking Him.