Healing doesn't take time, it takes encounters with God

today in church i was spending time sitting in His presence and a series of images came to my head. a small, gawky-looking girl standing on top of a wobbly stool reaching out for a heart-shaped glass bowl filled with candy that was high up on a shelf. and as she tries to get the bowl, she loses her balance and the bowl falls to the ground, smashing to pieces, while the little girl falls back and scrapes her arm and has a huge cut across her palm. afraid, she goes to her Father, big eyes welling up with tears from the pain and still shaking from the shock. her Father tells her that He isnt angry that she broke the bowl, as exquisite and beautiful as it is, and He holds reached out to take her hand that has been cut, wipes away her tears with His big hand and cleans the wounds, bandaging it and telling her it'll heal soon.

talked to him today and he has been such encouragement which is strange considering how hurt he must be. i feel useless. it was a bittersweet conversation but what he said really struck me.

"scars are signs of wounds that have healed"