Bring your fears... I am bigger
Bring your anger... it doesn't scare me
Bring your mess... I am the cleaner
Bring your heart... I am the surgeon
BUT IT HURTS, GOD!
I know, my child, removing thorns hurts just as bad as when they got put there. And the more skin has grown around them the more painful the removal will be.
But I thought I had stitched myself up well.
That's the problem, YOU stitched it up, not ME. So now we have to pull out the ingrown stitches and start over... healing from the inside out, my way, not your way.
Are there things in your life that you have grown attached to? Maybe even hurts that you hold onto, knowing they are there, but they comfort you in some weird way, so you let them stay? They take root? You cling to them... you're attached? Maybe it's things that didn't go how you wanted, but you pieced it together and "made it work" - and now your life has grown onto that hurt, it's familiar, you know it, you know where it is, and when you're really miserable maybe you can go back to it, and poke it? No? Is that just me?
My body attaches itself to stitches really quickly. They say "get these removed in 4-6 days" and I am there in three - begging them to take them out before they can't get them out. I have railroad track scars on my leg from stitches that were left in for 6 days. Perfect lines where the stitches used to be (marked because they barely show up in a picture, ask if you want to see them in real life):
The removal of those stitches hurt sooooooooo badly. I remember it hurting worse than many of the other things that happened with that broken leg thirty years ago. Because I had become too attached to this foreign object in my skin.
But if I think about it, I attach to all kinds of things too quickly. I hold onto hurts in a little box so I can revisit them and pet them every once in the while, just to remember how prickly that event was. Or maybe to feel that pain just a little again.
But God says, I need to remove those things. I need to shine light into that box, and expose the hurt, and let it heal. Let ME mend your heart. So it can shine... Because filled with all that hurt, it can't shine. Trust in God as he (painfully) removes those things you have clung to for far too long.
God, mold my heart like clay... you are my resting place, in you I'm safe.
Tarry not my savior, let your work be true
Let my heart be broken not mended but by you till your work is through
Sovereign God, Holy, True
Shine your light into this heart of mine make it
Shine like you make it
Shine like you
Tarry not my savior, let my faith test true
God you are so faithful I'm trusting only you Father lead me through
Sovereign God, Holy, True
Shine your light into this heart of mine make it
Shine like you make it
Shine like you
Make it shine
Make me shine
You are my desire
You are my goal
Your will is laid before me
Let it be so
Tarry not my savior, mold my heart like clay
God you are my comfort You are my resting place in you I'm safe
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