Healer

 

The woman was healed at that moment. Mt. 9:22

No doubt there are times of my life when Jesus takes his time with me. He gives me after school tutoring in my remedial subjects. He stretches me, irons me out and presses me just right.

But there are other times that he just heals me in that moment.

I had one of those moments a few years ago when I was teaching a women’s group. I knew the question was coming and I still didn’t have an answer.

“What piece of your heart are you still holding back from Jesus?”

I didn’t have an answer while I was preparing for class. I didn’t have an answer when I walked into the class. I didn’t have an answer when I asked the question to the class.

Then WHAM!

I was flooded with the truth. I was holding back a piece of my heart. I was holding back my guilt. I was holding back bad memories and flashbacks of my sinful past. I would stuff the memories or try to shake them off. Sometimes I just resigned to them because I felt like it was the price I had to pay for my sins.

But Jesus showed me when he heals he doesn’t heal half way. He heals all the way. He just couldn’t heal the piece of my heart that I refused to give him access to. I have learned that the only thing that limits Jesus’ power in our lives is our willingness to let him have free reign. I had yet to give him free reign.

As I sat in that class my tears unleashed. Not only did I realize the weight of the burden, I simultaneously felt Jesus pick it up. At that moment I was healed.

Since that night, 4 years ago, I have not been haunted by memories. Jesus healed me. He cut away the piece of death I was holding onto and gave me a piece of life in its place.

Jesus, thank you. Thank you for healing me.