Sunday

Isaiah 61:1-3

On Friday on the way back home from the Dominican Republic, I spent a lot of time with my daughter’s iPod. Found a few songs that I don’t think I’ve heard before, including one by Point of Grace called “Heal the Wound”.

The words spoke to my sore heart.

A heart hurting over thin babies sitting on floors in filthy shacks.

A heart frustrated over my limitations as a human.

A heart wondering how to feel content when so much needs to change in this world.

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I have not lived a life that boasts of anything
I don’t take pride in what I bring
But I’ll build an altar with the rubble that you’ve found me in
And every stone will sing of what you can redeem

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful you are
I am broken, torn apart, take the pieces of this heart
and heal the wound but leave the scar

Don’t let me forget
Everything you’ve done for me
Don’t let me forget
The beauty in the suffering.

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(The little girl in the picture above was scarred in an explosion that killed her mother. To help heal the wounds of a child like this little one, visit Compassion.)

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  1. BEAUTIFUL! -the song, the verse and the GIRL!
    Praise Him for his HEALING hands!

  2. You made a cool button for your trip. Good job! Excellent photo, too. Must have been a fabulous photographer who took it (but a very poor English major/writer with a sentence like that!).

    I miss you. I miss the kids. How are you doing with reentry?