At one time or another, we have begun the healing process. Perhaps emotionally from a broken heart, or physically from a surgical procedure. There are literally so many types of pain and hurt, there is no one cure.
I’ve been healing from a four-inch incision in my lower back. Thanks to meds, I rarely have pain, and in its place, I find myself moody, offtrack and unable to “use my (kind) words.” The truest rest I’ve found, is in my Savior. He is after all; comforter, peacemaker, and “home” to those who believe in him.
When I feel sorry for myself or am frustrated at what I can’t do “right now,” I realize this is when I need to draw closer to God. He isn’t pushing me away, I am doing that all by myself.
Psalm 23:2-3 He lets me rest in the meadow grass and leads me beside the quiet streams. He gives me new strength. He helps me do what honors him the most.
1 Peter 1:21 …..Now your faith and hope can rest in him alone.
THE PIECES 