Digging
Today, God reminded me how much better it is to let him dig out my wounds rather than have me react in my human nature by trying to cover them all in with meaningless dirt. His intension is to save me from the grave; my role is to let him. Wounds, they hurt like hell, and when a dagger gets thrown into the gaping hole, it doesn’t make the pain go away, so we try to ignore the daggers of the world and fill the emptiness with everything that fades. Today, I realized that this reaction is equivalent to refusing a leg amputation even though it’s brimming with disease that could quickly spread to your whole body and kill you instantly. Jesus is, of course, the wise surgeon promising that if he removes the leg, he’ll replace it with a better one. We’ll run faster and stronger. It’s just a matter of letting him dig out the wounds…
