Time does not heal, it only steals the desire to relive the pain.
Sometimes in order to move forward, you have to step back into a past you have trained yourself to ignore.
We work so hard to forget our scars, promising ourselves that they will fade away with time or be washed away in some other life.
But my Jesus stands at the right hand of the Father with scars in His hands, feet, and side.
Perhaps we are missing something in our rush to erase all discomfort.
When I was even younger and more naive than I am now, I once saw the sky tear open to reveal the heart of God, bleeding and screaming with anguish for this pain riddled world. If there was ever compassion, it was there. If there was ever love, it was in that great and beautiful heart.
And it was not clean.
It was a mess!
This week my dear brother walked back into his past.
He wept aloud.
He shook with the pain of it.
He was so brave.
He spoke his peace to a piece of his past that had tormented him every day since he was three years old.
And when everything had gone silent,
God told him, "First step done."
Proverbs 1:20 "Wisdom cries aloud in the street."
