Jehovah RaphaI Am your Healer
Sin has broken me. I am in pieces before you. I cannot mend my self. I cannot heal the wounds nor stop the hurting. Eve’s sin, and Adam’s, separates me from your healing. There is no hope for me. But No! You are here; You, the mighty I AM. You draw me to you. You sprinkle the blood sacrifice of Jesus on my soul. Sin is covered. I rejoice. I give thanks. I am healed.
I live in an imperfect world with imperfect people. They cause me pain. They tear at my heart. They wound me. I withdraw into myself. I cry out to you. I run to you for you are my strong tower, my safety. There with you, you heal me. You cover the scars; take them upon yourself. Day by day I am healed.
Days, months, years of my life pass. My mind cracks around the edges. Demons of anger & depression stab me with darts of fear & inadequacy. As I sink into the pit, the abyss of despair, I call for you. You lift me up, out of my self-imposed prison. You give me peace & joy. I am healed.
Age accumulates; my body fails. Disease attacks, knocks me down. I faint for fear that you are punishing me. I search my soul, like Job, and see no cause. Are you testing me? Will you use this to your glory? How will I know? In my pain, I turn to you. I pray. I call the elders to anoint me with oil & pray. You meet me at my need. I am healed.
I see my country torn apart by the wickedness of our people. The citizens of my nation suffer, yet they continue to ignore you. I search my heart. Your spirit reveals any unrighteousness. I repent & pray. Your children call out to you and you are there. You hear from heaven as we cry to you. You answer. You keep your word. We are healed.
You know every part of me – all the chips & cracks. I can hide nothing from you. In your perfect timing, you pour out healing. You give me peace. I am healed.
My heart overflows with gratitude. I worship, praise, adore you. You restore me. I am healed.
By Karen Guthrie November 13, 2008