Something in my world was broken.
Injured. Wounded. Hurting.
It looked as though all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put something back together again.
Broken beyond repair.
To many. To most. To the world.
Hope was fading.Hope was dim. There were days when hope was gone.
And hearts were hurting, aching, bruised. Hearts were busted. Tears ran down the cheeks of man.
They ran hard, they ran fast, and they ran wet.
And they flowed, these tears.They flowed long. They flowed steady.
They delivered the sting of grief to the puddled places of the pained.
And the words flew all around.
While the sting of pain seared red hot mad.
Hope slipped away. Despair settled in.
For some, hope was no more.
Until God the Healer breathed His healing breath into the brokeness.
Until God the restorer of Hope touched the broken.
The hard is made soft. The tough turns to tender. The Light shines in the dark.
The broken begins to show signs of healing where Light pierces the charcoal black,
the pit dark, the ebony shadows of hurt.
God’s touch brings new life. Restores the busted.
Delivers change. Re-builds hope. And rebuilds lives.
And God writes the change. He writes the story new. He bold proclaims the title changed, to one with Him, of Hope.
With each new page, Healing stands up and stands strong in the middle of the mess.
With each new day, Love pours out and finds a home in the heart of the hurting.
And broken mends at the hands of the Healer. And pain fades dim while Hope shines bright.
And man looks on and says, this is miracle to me. This is miracle to us.
The story is told anew by The Author of Hope.
An ending is rewritten, for today. An ending of Hope and Healing.
And man stands in awe of God. A witness to His work of love in lives, in hearts, in hurt.
And the King of Kings puts all the broken pieces back together again.
And man tells of this change. And of these things. And speaks of the work of The Re-creator. In his life. And in his heart.
While Hope grows strong and steady.
Where hope was lost, new songs now sing from the lips of man.
The eyes see, anew. The ears hear anew. The heart is witness. And will never forget.
The Broken fades and the Healing continues.
The wounded reach out to the Healer and hang on, with Hope, in Love.
Tears dry. And happy has a place to be. And Joy moves in and finds her home among the hearts of the once-broken.
And God delights in the renewal of the Hope, of the Love, of the Wounded Heart.
He binds up the broken, with restorative Love.
He wipes the eye and clears the tear again and again.
And the Human heart sees. And the lips give Praise. And tell. And show.
And the life tells its new story.
Of God, of Love and of the Healed.
Lives point to Him who is Good and Him who is Great.
And the Broken are mended in love, once again.
And the lips and the words and the lives tell of this.
And the restored cannot keep quiet. And the healed cannot sit silent.
So they tell of the Editor and Author of Grace.
That God’s Grace and Love poured out into the cracks and healed the broken shards.
And lives were restored, with God Love.
To the Healer be Glory. Forever and ever Amen.
The beginning. NOT the end.
Because He writes these stories for all.
And the power in the telling of one gives Hope to the stories of many.
What’s your story of God’s restored Hope and Healing?