Mending and healing are two different things, I’m learning. Mending means the stitches hold, the pain gradually lessens, the energy slowly returns. Mending seems to be inextricably releated to time. You can’t rush mending.
I have a feeling that healing is something different. Healing, I think, is more connected to re-creating than rebuilding.
I’m working on mending right now, but I’m craving healing, in oh-so-many ways. Time makes a poor thread for binding deep wounds, and the healing that comes with “give it time” is such a poor replacement for the healing balm of gospel restoration.
Poetically refreshing. If the gospel word is balm, couldn’t other lesser words be such? And if so, even the words you confess above may be one layer of soothing ointment in the healing process. Take care my sister.