Context: Yesterday, during a very significant conversation with a friend, I faced and revealed my deepest unhealed childhood wound: my terrible fear of never being forgiven by someone I have accidentally angered or hurt.
This fear is the consequence of long years of experience with my mother, whose uncontrolled fury was truly terrifying. She neither forgave, nor forgot, retaining deep, permanent grudges towards all those she believed had offended her in any way, including me. Sharing the lifelong effect this has had on me with my friend triggered today’s prayer soon afterwards.
O LORD, you have examined my heart and know everything about me.
(Psalm 139:1; NLT).
You know my wound,
You see my bruise,
You know the childhood fear
But now my weakness
Through trust, my secret
Then to your healing hands
Though he wounds, he also bandages. He strikes, but his hands also heal.
(Job 5:18; NLT).
“I will give you back your health and heal your wounds,” says the LORD (Jeremiah 30:17; NLT).
We know that God makes everything work together for the good of those who love God and have been called according to God’s purpose (Romans 8:28; TIB).