Gratitude: Healer...

Not sure about you, but I am feeling the brokenness of the world more closely lately.  

It is sitting one seat over from me during bible study.  

Or one text message away when a friend is feeling like ending things would be so much easier.  

Or in my news feed through an ever growing number of pages devoted to sick babies, sick mommies or both.  

Or half a country away in the hearts of my precious, treasured friends waiting to grow their families.

Some people I've been praying for healing for them over several years.  Some just in the last few months.  Some a few days.  And then one new today.

Truthfully, I have no idea what healing would look like in these lives.  Is healing the removal of the illness?  The absence of the anger and bitterness?  The acceptance of God's goodness and love?  Contentment in a season?  

Yes.  

But that's simply what I want for the people who's lives have touched mine.  

What God has planned is likely very different.  

And better.

Over the years, as God has shown me more about who I am, one trait has always brought me to my knees in gratitude and confusion.  I've said it before.  I am not the person who asks why.  Just not.  

More than not, I am humbly thankful for this part of me.  I can step back and accept.  In most situations, I don't need a reason.  It is what it is.  

There have been other times when it confuses the stew out of me.  Why do I accept instead of getting angry?  Why does someone else look at the same situation and react with nothing but questions?  Am I missing something by seeing things this way instead of another?

I admire the seekers.  They challenge.  

It's just not me.

So when I see all the hurt and illness and emotional baggage around me, I accept it.  It is real.  It is true.  It is so very painful.  

But that also means I accept it as...not a surprise to God.  I accept my Lord and His plans are bigger than me.  His thoughts are not my thoughts.  His ways, not my ways.  I accept He created each of us in His imagine.  He knit us together in our mother's wombs.  He knew what was to be.  

And even if the healing never comes, He is God, He is good and He is faithful.  

I pray, oh Lord, do I pray, these amazing people feel, know, accept that as well.  Some do.  Others do not.  But for those who currently do not, I know the Healer.  He can change them.  

And that is the true healing.  To be His.  An adopted daughter of the King.