Luke 4:18 “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovery of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised.”
I think of my physical body as I read this verse. I had an emergency C-section with our firstborn child. I had to go into surgery fast and furious in order to save our baby’s life. Yes, I had a wound that was stitched in the inside of my body as well as the outside. I dealt with all of the healing. It was a slow process, day after day of healing. Now, 35 years later, I still have a scar and I always will. But happiness came from that C-section. I became a momma and the pain, the discomfort and the healing all took a backseat to the happiness of mommahood.
Now, I think about my happy, healing heart as a widow. My heart was shattered by the death of my husband. The pain, the brokenness, and the discomfort was not only to my heart but my entire being. The earthly doctors could not stitch me up on both the inside and the outside as they did with my C-section.
I do have this new wound of widowhood and the ever healing scar of the wound to my heart. The scar will always be there but so is the happiness that only God can supply. I have the happiness that my husband is in Heaven, the happiness that he is no longer struggling with his disease and I have the happiness that he is fully healed. I am happy for all he is seeing and hearing at the foot of the cross. My Great Physician has, and still is, stitching up those wounds and is putting His happiness, His balm of Gilead on my heart. I will always be scarred by my husband’s death but I do try to keep in mind Ecclesiastes 7:1. The Bible reminds me “A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than of one’s birth.” God is supplying His healing and His happiness.
Let’s do remember the scars in our Lord’s heart, His hands and feet, His sides and His brow. He bore them all for us. He chose those very scars for our healing!
By Doris Hutton
Counted Faithful 