Good morning, DearHeart.

We are all wounded, aren’t we?

It can come from an event,

or, a moment,

or, a season.

In those wounds, God does His best work.

I love looking back and seeing Divine irony.

How, by

His grace,

His mercy,

His ways,

my attitude gets reconfigured from woundedness to compassion.

We go through elephant graveyards that get soul-wrenched with “why?” places.

“Where did that even come from?” places.

And, from there we look in with full-faced curiosity – to where our judgements have become so entrenched.

Those pain places take us in.

We process there. As we process, our Creator makes Himself known. He reveals more of His ways in us. Authority.

In the no-man’s land.

We are never quite the same after that.

You look at everyone differently.

It is from the “why” places that you ask the Divine in … and, He reveals what is true,

He reveals light and darkness,

right and wrong.

He whittles on us until He reveals a place that resonates within with the Holy of Holies.

And, we are brought full circle, into a new place within His presence.

Within His healing.

People don’t validate the truth of His presence in me … of His authority in me … of His light in me.

That is His work alone.

Am I interested in what people speak into me and over me? Absolutely.

Will I consider the impact and intention of their words? You bet.

External input comes into us for a reason. Even the input that is misguided and unfounded and conjectured.

When it all boils down, though, the still, small voice …

The Holy residing within every detail – yes, hold us captive to Your healing process in us, Lord.

Wake up.

Notice His healing work.

Go.