April 1, 2009
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Without rain, there’d be no grass
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 Won’t He heal my wounds? v. 8, “…He supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills.” It strikes me as I read this that without rain, there’d be no grass. Most people dread the dreariness of rain — but without it, new life would not be able to leap forth. And so I cry out to God: when will there be new life that will leap forth from my wounds? There is an aching and an agony – my wounds feel open and exposed. Will they ever be bound up? Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? (Jer 8:22) Why has my Physician not yet come? I cry out to God in sheer desperation. I can only have healing if He comes — if His Spirit falls on me.
